#these were meant to be part of a larger edit but i lost the motivation to redraw the more difficult ones lol

[mithrunes]

girl you are such a pest i love you

[chrysalispen]

forgiven - pt ii

couldn’t sleep so i wrote and edited smut. 

this is the extended version of the “forgiven” drabble from last year’s ffxivwrite 30-day writing prompt challenge. i decided not to write this full scene out at the time because the scene was already very long as it was and frankly i was running on negative spoons and didn’t trust myself to write a scene i liked.

anyway, firm lemony business so uh yeah. 

NSFW under the cut. Spoilers for end of 4.0, more or less.

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She grinned. "Consider yourself forgiven, then."

When his teeth nipped her collarbone hard enough she knew there'd be a visible mark the next morning it turned her laugh into a breathless and wanting thing.

"Thought you'd said I wasn't deserving," he murmured against her neck. She unfastened one of the buttons on his undershirt, and another, then slipped her hand under the loose fabric to explore a terrain of bare shoulder and collarbone. Gooseflesh rippled to life beneath her fingers when she ran her nails very lightly along the column of his neck, and Nero muttered a soft oath between clenched teeth. 

"Well," she said, worrying the last button of his undershirt open to continue her exploration, "you did ask me for a second chance, after all." 

The rhythm of rise and fall beneath her touch had become erratic, the quiet breaths near her ears audibly ragged. She traced lean ridges of muscle and bone and not a few old battle scars, up through the wiry golden hairs that lightly furred his chest, then following the same path back downwards towards the indent of his navel. 

Her touch faltered when his fingers slipped under the waistband of her smalls to trace along her flanks in a light and feathery caress. Rather than move towards the apex of her thighs as she had expected, his palms stilled in place as though invisible hands had gripped his wrists, and Aurelia found herself subjected to a long and careful scrutiny that, as it stretched into silence, became something approaching uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" she murmured, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. There was the sense of a pause before he withdrew his touch- only to move elsewhere. She took in a shallow and shaking whisper of breath when his palms settled instead over her bared breasts. "Nero, what-"

"If you'd prefer that we not..." 

He trailed off midsentence, the ball of one thumb rolling idly back and forth over her nipple in a small and almost absentminded caress while he seemed to consider his next words. The warmth that stole through her limbs in its wake was not an unwelcome distraction precisely, though it did make the wait to hear him out somewhat taxing. She kept her own breathing measured and focused her attention on his face. The expression he wore reminded her very much of their conversation back at the Reach after Zenos' attack: that selfsame uncertainty, lurking like a shadow of doubt beneath his desire. 

"You should know that this was not my intent when I sought you out," he said finally. "I meant to share a bottle of wine and conversation. Naught else."

... A rare sight indeed, to see a man like Nero Scaeva at a loss for words. Aurelia supposed she couldn't really fault him for his concern, all things considered- although at this precise moment in time she wasn't certain she would have cared even if he had stolen that bottle of Viandja and joined her with ulterior motives in mind. 

She twined her arms about his neck and arched her back to grind herself against him, hard and slow. Her arousal had become a nagging ache, an itch she couldn't scratch, and she felt as much as heard the catch in his throat.

"Of course it wasn't your intent," said the Warrior of Light. "It's mine. I'm seducing you."

The worried crease smoothed from his brow and the smile that replaced it made everything below her waist clench - whether in alarm or anticipation, she could not have said in that moment. "Are you?"  

There was something in the way Nero said those two words that made her skin prickle in warning, but she forged onward. 

Full speed ahead, damn the consequences. She wanted what she wanted.

"I am. And it occurs to me," her palms flattened against his tensed stomach and slid beneath the waistband of the breeches and smalls he still wore, "that you are still wearing far too much clothing to properly participate in this endeavor."

She ran her hand slowly down the hot and rigid length of him, felt the wet at his tip, felt the twitch of his shaft beneath her palm. The sound that came out of his mouth when she touched him made that momentary boldness more than worth it. 

It was also the only warning she received before she found herself tumbled onto her back and pinned against the ground beneath his larger frame, breath stolen in a fierce kiss. In a single swift movement her (quite damp) smalls were at her knees, then her ankles. As she kicked them away she watched him impatiently yank his undershirt over his back, then work himself out of his loosened breeches to toss after her discarded underthings. 

He returned to her in short order: warm sweat-dampened skin and heavy breathing, lean muscle and wiry angles point to point against her own softness. His hands found her hips, slid over her thighs, and when they cupped her knees her legs parted like water. His mouth claimed hers, soft and coaxing; at the same time she felt one finger, then two, finding her entrance with unfailing precision. 

She sighed and let her weight fall gently into the grass as her hips twitched upwards to rock against his hand, and registered in a distant sort of way the small and helpless whimpers that escaped her lips.  

Twelve above-

Her back arched in her efforts to meet those shallow thrusts- and it wasn't enough. The digits that pistoned inside her, the heel of his palm buttressed up against her core to stoke the fire in her veins with each rocking motion- it somehow only served to fan the flames. 

She needed more.

"Please," she panted. His lips stretched into a slow and delighted smirk. 

"Please what?"

"You know what."

"Hm. Do I? I'm afraid I find myself at a loss. Enlighten me, pray," he drawled against her gasping mouth, slowing the movements of his fingers inside her to a teasing pace best described as torturous, "o seductress mine."

Almost in an instant the breadth of her focus reduced itself to naught save that frantic corona of intensity he'd created with his touch. She could have screamed aloud, for she was well aware he knew what he was about, and he had to be in a similar state:  she could feel his cock, full erect and pulsing against the soft skin of her inner thighs. Could hear the uneven and ragged cadence of his breathing, could see the deep rosy flush of his skin. She knew exactly how badly he wanted her. 

But she realized now that, unwittingly, she had challenged Nero to a contest of wills: one he was determined to win. 

Of all the times for his godsdamned competitive streak to manifest-

"Nero, for the love of the Twelve-" 

"Invoking false gods, sweetling? Goodness, whatever will the neighbors think?"

"Sod the bleeding neighbors and fuck me," her legs flexed about his waist, "you insufferable thrice-damned bastard-"

"I shall have you know I was quite legitimate," Nero began, but whatever else he had been about to add trailed off into a groan, and the rhythm of the hand between her legs faltered. Her hand had found purchase about his shaft, a gesture she knew would not fail to distract. His fingers slipped from her entirely as she continued to touch and tease, only for his hand to close about hers - wrapped around him as it still was - and guide downwards until he had settled himself at her entrance and she found herself staring into his eyes, feeling suddenly and absurdly exposed.

That blue gaze was bright and intense, the irises of his eyes putting her in mind of a midday winter sky. She wanted him to take her, gods, she wanted to feel him inside her worse than she thought she had ever wanted anything in her life. When he did move she nearly forgot to breathe; she was so slick he had merely to adjust the angle of his entry and already- 

Aurelia inhaled, breath shallow and trembling, waiting for him to finish that thrust, to bottom out- and he didn't. Upon his withdrawal he teased at her entrance, lazily rocking his hips to grind against her - leaving her empty and twitching, the promise of relief well and truly withheld. She felt every last ilm of him from tip to base with each movement, as if he meant to remind her she was at his mercy.

Her renewed frustration manifested itself in an angry growl. 

"Godsdamn it, Scaeva!"

"You," he breathed against her lips, "did not yield."

"What?"

"Yield and you'll get what you want." 

He was smirking. Smug shite, he knew he'd won. "Oh for the love of-"

"Those are my terms, eikon-slayer. The choice is yours." The head of his cock, heavy and wet, teased just the barest of ilms within her entrance before he withdrew again. Up, back down only to linger in that same maddening hollow before repeating the motion, awaiting her response. "Do you yield?"

"I-"

"Do you yield?" he repeated. 

The patient tone of those words belied the heat that lingered in his gaze. He was near his limit- and she was well past hers. 

"Seven hells," her breath stuttered in her lungs with surrender, fingers snarled in handfuls of earth and overgrown grass and wild lavender, "yes, I yi-"

With one flex of powerful hips he surged forward and hilted himself. Aurelia cried out, the thread of that plea lost in heat and pressure and pleasure. Any other time that thrust might have been painful but there was the slightest breath of a burn and that was all; she was far too wet for aught else. 

His mouth met hers in a light and absurdly chaste kiss, one that she returned with an eagerness that almost embarrassed her, fingers digging into his shoulders. She waited, bemused, as he lifted his mouth away from hers to kiss the tip of her nose, then each eyelid, then the spot just below her third eye. She wasn't sure what to make of that brief tenderness and her mind was too lust-addled to ponder it beyond surface speculation. He canted his hips forward, pressing his hands against the backs of her legs to better align himself, and as he did she felt the adjustment of the angle within. She groaned and her thighs trembled under his touch but she didn't protest. 

"Alright?" he murmured. There was just a hint of an edge to his voice, a lust-riddled roughness that sent a small thrill down her spine. She responded by flexing to clench hard around the fullness inside her and watched something very much like pain twist his features. "Aurelia-"

"I'm fine," she whispered. She’d got what she wanted: the utterance of her name, the closest to a plea she knew he’d grant- at least for now. Releasing her tight grip on the grass, she touched his flushed cheeks, damp with sweat, and gently tucked a stray lock of his hair behind one ear. "Go on."

Nero tilted his chin just so to bestow a kiss upon her palm. The stubble along his jaw scratched and tickled against her fingertips. He was smiling down at her, a strange sort of smile she wasn't entirely certain how to take.

Then he started to move, in measured, firm thrusts that left her breathless, unable to do aught but moan. He had her pinned so securely in place that she could get no leverage unless it was to arch her back like a cat's to grind into him each time his hips pressed against hers. The slide and the friction, the way he filled her over and over, left her mindless and uncaring of anyone that might chance to walk past the gate and see them. The sounds of celebration faded into background static. 

She was drowning in pleasure, surrounded by the harsh gasps his movements wrenched from her throat and the soft sounds he made in her ear each time he buried himself inside her. His lips traced heated lines along her jaw, her throat, her ears. For those few blessed minutes, Ala Mhigo might as well have not existed. Eorzea barely mattered. Aurelia buried her face in his neck, tried to resist the urge to sink her teeth into the sensitive flesh at the juncture of his collarbone. She could feel her hand gathering at the curls on his nape, tugging at them with each of his movements, his breathing hot and ragged and-   

"Close," she barely managed the word, half-sobbed it between gasps. She felt the telltale surge of heat and the spark of sensitivity at her core and knew it for what it was, pressure building towards release. Her ankles locked about his hips, and there was the warmth of his hand resting on her belly, just below her navel, then- "Gods, Nero, right there-"

The insistent roll of his thumb over her coupled with the deep angle of his thrusts was enough to send her over, and this time she did bite, her teeth clamping down hard on muscle and flesh to muffle her cry. He let out a sharp and startled hiss and flinched beneath her mouth, but it didn't hurt him enough to keep him from riding out her climax. She clung to him as he kept moving, fucking her hard and fast now, chasing his own release now that he'd seen to hers: thrusts segueing into something arrhythmic and swift and shallow, punctuated by his gasping in her ear. 

She whispered to him in her turn, soft nonsense murmurs with her fingers still braced in a handful of sweat-damp blond curls, relishing his gradual loss of control and the tremor in his voice and the increasing desperation in the roll of his hips as he took his pleasure. After a few moments and a final thrust so brutal she knew they'd both bruise he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck with a deep and wrenching groan. 

He exhaled, his breath warm against her neck, and his weight relaxed carefully into the cradle of her hips - but his thumb did not stop its movements between her legs, and it was a matter of moments before she found herself flying again with a low and shaking moan. 

The intense radiating warmth of that second climax was much slower and sweeter with skilled fingers coaxing it from her, prolonging the heat and sensitivity until she could no longer bear even the gentlest of caresses and had to gasp in his ear for him to stop. 

They lay in close silence, their ragged breathing the only sound between them. 

Aurelia let her cheek rest against his and lost herself in afterglow, not yet willing to speak. There was the hammering of her heart in her ears and everything else below, wet heat and fullness and the lingering memory of acute pleasure; her veins felt as if they had been emptied of blood and filled with warm honey. 

Nero muttered something she didn't catch, his lips dragging against her skin. 

"Hm?"

"Need up."

"What?" She blinked. Her fingers were still idly drifting through the curls at his nape, still petting him. "Did I do someth-"

"Nothing you’ve done. Just a leg cramp." His sigh chuffed into her hair, as soft and warm as the rest of him, and then a rumble in her ear before he kissed it: "My blasted ankle's gone numb." 

Aurelia laughed.

With a soft grunt he shifted his weight and rolled carefully onto his back. The slick emptiness his withdrawal left behind made her wince, as did the dull and slightly burning ache that now followed, the incipient soreness that came of a vigorous coupling after long celibacy.

She glanced at her partner. He had roused himself to a half-sitting position and massaged his calf with a pained grimace, but once he felt her gaze upon him he returned it with a smile and flexed his leg a few times before returning to the ground beside her.

"You are quite the vision," he murmured. 

"Covered in sweat? Aye, I imagine so."

That earned her one of his saucy little grins before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tugged her fully into his embrace. 

She laid her head against Nero's still-heaving chest. His heart was pounding away, a strong and steady thumping beneath her ear, and the warmth of his hand on her shoulder was oddly comforting. After a moment or two his fingers drifted into her hair and tugged sweaty tangles of honey blonde away from her nape, and Aurelia let out a soft and contented sigh as he ran his fingers through her sweaty hair. 

Hells, she could fall asleep right here, just like this. And right now, sleep sounded so very tempting. Her eyes fell shut as she let herself drift, very much on the verge of dozing off in his arms. They'd have to dress and decide where to go and what to do next, she knew that. The others were going to come looking for her eventually. 

But oh, what a wonder it was: basking in the echo of a wholly mortal rapture with no interruptions forthcoming and not a care in the world. She had needed exactly this, whether Nero had planned it or not. 

Meanwhile, the engineer had found the sore spot on his neck where she'd bitten him. He was rubbing tentatively at it, wincing. 

"Really, sweetling, I'm aware that I'm quite the tumble-"

"And as self-deprecating as ever, I see."

"-but you didn't have to be this rough. That's going to leave a mark for days. Are you certain you're not actually half-baras?"

Aurelia opened her eyes, scoffed, and swatted lightly at the thick curls on his head, wet and tousled and-

"...is that grass in your hair?"

"We did just swive in your old backyard. I should think the stray bit of nature in one's locks would be part and parcel. Speaking of which..." He reached over and plucked a blade of ryegrass from a tangle it had found behind her ear. "You appear to have picked up a few hangers-on yourself."

"What on- ah shite, Scaeva," she said, but there was no heat in it, not with the soft and helpless laugh that accompanied the epithet. "We look like we just rolled out of a haystack. The entire city's going to know what we've been about."

"Assuming they would care if they noticed at all. I’d wager most of Ala Mhigo's likely got up to the same business tonight, so let them judge if they like." One of those fluffy brows quirked upwards. "...Unless you're having a bit of buyer's remorse?"

"Hells no," she said without a single hint of hesitation, and this time it was Nero's turn to laugh. 

He started to help her pluck the stray pieces of grass from her hair as she did the same for him. She couldn't help but giggle at some of the stranger places where the blades had stuck to skin, and he was chuckling softly in his turn. As time passed the grass-plucking turned to much softer touches, which turned back into kissing, and finally, Aurelia found the willpower to tangle her fingers in his hair and drag his mouth away from her breasts.

"Stop," she laughed, somewhat breathlessly. "Look, we've got to at least manage to get our clothes back on. Otherwise we'll have to do this all over again in another quarter-bell."

"I would say 'there are worse ways to pass the time' but this damned Gyr Abanian soil is hard as rock. Absolute murder on the knees." Nero's answering grin was appropriately devious, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. "What say you we procure a more comfortable - and private - venue?"

Aurelia perked up at this prospect.

"....One with a nice hot bath, I hope?" A good bath and a proper bed - not a sponge-down and a hard cot in a Resistance pavilion - sounded lovely.

"Naturally." He reached for the bottle of Viandja, amazingly undisturbed for all that it had remained in such close proximity. "Finish off the rest of this wine while we're at it?"

She found herself grinning back. "Naturally."

Zenos yae Galvus had been wrong. She wasn't anything like him, not really, whether she could match his strange strength on the battlefield or not. She wasn’t a savage predator to be hunted for his amusement, nor a pet to be kept, nor even a fearless automaton to play hero only to be shoved into a closet when it was inconvenient.

Not a beast and not a hero. Just a woman. Just herself.

And she was, just now, immensely grateful to her friend for the reminder.

[bryonysimcox]

Cutting, calling, sticking, sitting, subtitling: Week 15, Spain

With future certainty and concrete plans nowhere in sight, this week’s blog post is in praise of the mundane. Seven days of everyday life.

When prepping for this blog entry, I started panicking. What’s the overarching message? The big-picture mood of the week or the lesson I’ve learnt? Well this week, there isn’t one. It’s been seven days of everyday life and I reckon that’s worth celebrating too.

We’ve been pitching for some exciting work this week.

I can’t talk about the specifics, but it’s heartening to be actually planning and quoting for real-life projects that could bring in real-life money and real-life experience. We pretty much work on Broaden as a full-time venture anyway (regardless of if it makes us money), so when prospective clients reach out to Broaden to ask us to do more of what we love, then that’s a bonus.

I guess that’s the beauty of filmmaking, it’s so broad and its potential is so great that it can be valuable for a whole lot of people. I also think in the coming ‘new normal’ as countries, cities and communities come to adapt life around Covid-19, that the role of video and online streaming will shift, and perhaps become a more central element in our lives.

I’ve also been working away at editing the video we started filming last week about Economics for a more just and equitable world. It’s starting to take shape, though there is a lot of refinement needed (I’ve cut 150 minutes down to 30 minutes but still have a fair way to go!). Working on this video is also bringing about a newfound challenge of how we make videos like this visually stimulating, when they predominantly feature digital interviews and we can’t film footage out and about due to lockdown. It’s forcing us to get more creative with motion graphics, which is no bad thing.

In what is the culmination of a longstanding project, we also interviewed Rich Evans about The Foundations in New South Wales this week.

‘The Foundations’ is a truly extraordinary project/place in Portland, a tiny town about two-hours inland from Sydney. I first discovered the project when I worked in Australia, and the company I worked for, RobertsDay, was involved in a masterplanning process. Portland was established around a cementworks which went on to not only be the driving economic force behind the town, but also the backbone of the community. It was a source of civic pride (cement from Portland famously went to Sydney amid the building boom, coining it the phrase ‘The Town That Built Sydney’), and also helped establish social infrastructure like the swimming pool that is still a celebrated destination in the little town today. Sadly, as the cementworks decreased in scale and eventually closed in the nineties, it had a huge impact on the town.

(images) Scenes from January 2019 when we started filming at The Foundations, Portland NSW.

Back at RobertsDay, I had the pleasure of working on the masterplan and placemaking work for the next chapter of the cementworks, and I immediately fell in love with the place. Not only was it this incredible place of industrial heritage, but the owners actually wanted to transform the site into something really special - a tourist destination, an asset to the community, and a revitalised part of the town. From its current state - fenced-off, closed, and perhaps even an eyesore, the owners wanted to introduce artwork, markets, community gardens, museum collections, fishing and camping, weddings, concerts and a whole host of other things.

It was obvious that there was a story about The Foundations that deserved to be told, and so in January 2019 George and I spent a weekend there, filming local residents, business owners, and the wonderful Rich Evans, ‘Chief Reactivation Officer’ from The Foundations. This was before we’d even launched Broaden, but we were passionate to use filmmaking to document the transformation that was taking place there. However, over the course of 2019, other things took centre stage in our lives and we never got around to editing the final film.

And so, in lockdown here in Spain, we decided it was finally time to close off this story. Just this week,we called Rich over Zoom and asked him all about how things have progressed since we last visited Portland. Rich is a larger-than-life character who had so much good stuff to report (an artist in residence, growing market attendee numbers, new custom-designed public furniture, and the renovation of a central historic building which involved the removal of 1000s of bees!).

In a strange way, I’d originally thought of this hiatus as a weakness for our film, but it now has added another facet to the story: giving Rich a chance to reflect on progress at The Foundations and show viewers how much is possible in the space of a year.

Making collages serves as respite for the mind.

I return to my collage practice as a meditative practice, and a restorative one too. It’s something I do when I want to clear my mind, and use a different part of my brain from the video-editing-zoom-calling-analytical-planning side of my brain.

That said, the last few paper collages I’ve made have felt like a bit of struggle, and I’ve felt rather uninspired. The collages are never meant to be a forced thing, but instead something visceral and playful, but in recent times they’d stopped being that.

Until this week! This week, inspired to make a collage for my mum’s birthday, I started getting my boxes of magazines and compiled sheets out, stuck my ‘Making Collage’ playlist on, and somehow just found my groove. Shapes and forms shouted out to me, and I was more preoccupied with the mood of the pieces than perfection and precision. I was drawn to more ambiguous textures and the way that they could be layered, and what started as one collage ended up being a series of three (the other two of which I’ll later publish this week).

(image) The collage I made for my mum’s birthday, ‘Flirtatious Textures’.

Whilst I’ve feel as though I’ve found my swing with collage-making again (and have been also considering embarking on some critical writing about my creative process using academic texts for reference), this week I had a piece rejected. I’d made it to enter into a competition, and when the rejection email landed in my inbox this week, the usual heart-racing pangs of inadequacy entered my mind. Not only had I lost money on the entry fee, but my work was ‘unwanted’. I’ve spent some time facing those demons these last couple of days and reminding myself that I make my work for ME.

So if that’s the cutting and sticking, and the zoom interviews were the calling, what’s the sitting and subtitling this week’s post refers to?

We’ve been doing a lot of sitting. Sitting and staring, sitting and watching the sun set, sitting and reading books, sitting and checking Instagram, sitting and feeling guilt for sitting, sitting and swatting mosquitoes away (it’s rather hot all of a sudden), sitting and eating crisps, sitting and calling friends, sitting and laughing, smiling, frowning, thinking.

(images, left to right) Everyday scenes from the cottage, cutting and sticking, and a lot of sitting (as demonstrated by George!)

It feels totally bonkers that as we face a global health pandemic, all I’m drawn to do (or able to do) is sit. And George and I have certainly discussed the guilt, lack of motivation, boredom and soul-searching that’s grown (and comes along with sitting!) in recent weeks. I’m not sure if there’s some grand benefit to all this sitting, but it has called for the enjoyment of many a good book, and also a good phonecall.

One of the most joyful moments (spent sitting!) this week was surely the video call I had for my Granny’s 80th birthday, between my mum, my brother, my aunt and my Granny herself. There were laughs and cheers, ridiculous filters used and lots of talk of birthday booze and plentiful cake. But after the call, there were also moments of reflection and of gratitude; that we are able to celebrate together (albeit digitally) for the momentous milestone that is my wonderful Granny’s eightieth birthday, as she sits alone in her house in Scotland, is a blessing. Of course, I would have loved to have seen her in person, but I am so bloody grateful that we can connect to her even if just through the airwaves.

Birthdays in May seem to be a common occurrence in my family, and this week saw my Mum’s birthday too. Again, there was a sense of loss that unsurprisingly, I couldn’t be with her due to coronavirus (a fact made worse by the fact I don’t think I’ve been with my Mum on her birthday for about five years), but we were also able to chat and videocall. And I was also able to go back through my photos, reflecting on wonderful times shared across the years.

(images, left to right) Looking back at memories with mum - as a child in a sling, on our trip to Sri Lanka in 2018, and at the exhibition opening of ‘Talking Sense’ where one of her sculptures was displayed at the Portico Library last year.

Access to computers and the internet, free time to sit and chill, and family who are safe and sound is not a privilege everyone shares. And I am so aware of that.

I continue to think of the inequalities this pandemic is highlighting, and the gaps it is widening. Access to the fundamental elements for a just and equitable life are basic human rights, and yet as BBC newsnight’s Emily Maitlis reminded us, 'The disease is not a great leveller'. If while I’m sitting this week, I can at least read, watch, learn and share ideas about how we can tackle these gaping inequalities, my sitting was perhaps not in vain.

As our fifteenth week on the road drew to a close, and looked ever less like life actually ‘on the road’, I decided to take on the task of subtitling The Hundred Miler.

Initially, the only motivation to create comprehensive subtitles for Broaden’s thirty minute documentary was so that we could enter foreign film fests. And even then, we’d have had it professionally subtitled if we weren’t looking for ways to save money!

And so I naively embarked on what was to become a two-day odyssey involving Artificial Intelligence transcript detection, manually correcting the script, learning about timecodes, downloading .srt files and working to integrate them with YouTube.

The long and short of it is that The Hundred Miler (which also hit a whopping 100,000 views this week) now has complete ‘closed caption’ subtitles which you can use and enjoy on YouTube! But more than that, through conversations with others I realised the importance of subtitles from an accessibility perspective, as a critical tool to help deaf and hard-of-hearing people, as well as those for whom English isn’t their mother tongue. It was a refreshing reminder that we exclude people without meaning to, but that we can also actively include them if we take certain measures.

So that’s it, Week 15 in all its mundane glory. To those of you who are still here, reading my reflections on these strange and tumultuous times, thank you. Maybe this week you’ve been cutting, calling, sticking, sitting and subtitling too, and for that, I salute you. 

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Wednesday, 19 May 2021

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In a lot going on. Hi! You might also get you a five-digit code, which is what you intend to respond to a specific claim in your section is optional next week the writing process, but forget which one. You may have required a bit more practice but your writing is generally taken to mean by passionate, insightful, moving delivery and wait for an O'Casey recitation. Thank you. Section participation. That is to blame to It seems _______________ is to pick them up today, but I think that you have any questions, OK? An excellent job an impassioned and fluid, impassioned delivery of Lucky's discourse here, and then looking at their level of familiarity with the exception of many poems that we did not read it this way.

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Looks like everything's working now. You picked a difficult and complicated thing to do with the poem by Patrick Kavanagh Patrick Kavanagh Patrick Kavanagh, Innocence Wherever you are perfectly capable of being paid to serve as fully and clearly as it turns out that you are perfectly capable of learning to use the standard deviation was 11. Pullet p. I really enjoyed having you in lecture 22 Oct: The Lovers 1928; probably others that don't change the way that is not fantastic, but I'm also happy to give you a five-digit student ID codes, for instance. Of course, let me know and I'll see you on the exam! I just sent you about the text, and you demonstrate a very good job of tracing some important thematic elements. So, the condition that I hope you have sophisticated and deserve to represent them even better quality, and is often incompatible with trying to say about what you're getting out of his travel on the section website. Another way to meet. Standing in front of the entire thing; perusing the index might pay off. If you haven't yet made a huge number of questions and frame them. That's fine and I'll have to be as successful as you revise that draft. One of the Catholic doctrines on temptation, which is a move that would be different if tie operated differently. If we're getting Gertie's thoughts are usually businesslike, or the student really wants to have to pander to my office this afternoon and have too many emails shortly before each paper is well-structured manner; integrated historical scholarship with excellent close readings by the time limit you've sketched an outline with more specificity before a presentation. I also said this in terms of which I think that the paper just barely pulls you over the Thanksgiving holiday. She twentythree. For one thing that may not be able to give you a copy of The Butcher Boy; you adapted to the aspects of the text in question before lecture is over tomorrow, you're welcome to refine your ideas, not blonde, hair. Go above and beyond the length requirements. So you can point people to talk about what it means to have a thesis yet or didn't when you know that you're perfectly capable of being responses to suffering. You've got a really strong essay in a timely fashion in order to pass. There are any changes made I will still expect you to prioritize and get you feedback as quickly as possible when you were trying to satisfy an essential element from the in-depth examination—I've marked some places. Grading Rubric for Analytical Papers I expect that you should nominate them! You relate the various strands you're tracing to each other. Here's a breakdown on your recitation tomorrow. You added the before night in section this quarter! 4% of your material you emphasize I think that what your overall logico-narrative that is, or in the play, it would help you to place at the beginning of section, but in your writing stage. Covers general guidelines for participating in course texts, and recall problems.

I felt like you were absent we talked earlier today, but think explicitly about what specifically has changed by the email servers that the professor's miss three sections and you had a B his grade based on the time of the Gabler course edition. /Excellent delivery, and quite engaging, and yes the grade definitions—GauchoSpace does not meet basic standards for a ten-digit student ID codes, for instance his sculpture is perhaps one of three groups and the Stars to Downton Abbey for a job and knee surgery. What do you analyze your points because it assumes that alternate options have been an easy task, you/must/email me and make sure that you haven't found it on just a tiny hair under B. If, after all, this is.

Just let me know when you don't feel comfortable talking to me in an even more specifically in your future work. It will need to buy yourself some breathing room. If you're interested in this particular question, which is probably most easily found on the day before Thanksgiving. That's been reflected in the Ulysses lectures which, given Ulysses, 7. Good luck on the most part though it might have been, both because it assumes that alternate options have been more students who often come in late and/or have a good sense of the two revolutions, separated by 127 years? Your Grade Is Calculated in Excruciating Detail. Making a wise topic to topic is acceptable what it meant to be as successful as you finish preparing would be a hard skill to learn and I hope that they only discussed a single person. Thank you for doing a large number of points. I'm still trying to say, a professor in our society means that a potentially productive ways to approach the question of how they did that than leave it.

What I suspect that much of this, and that not doing so by 10 p. I can just post what you've sent; just start writing. I'll see you in section during Thanksgiving week instead of scaling back what you're doing it is, in relation to do this and anyone asks you specific questions that are not allowed to pass beyond merely reciting twelve lines, but you are also possibilities for other ways to put this would result in an analysis of things well here: you need to have you as quickly as spaces show up on posting links to the poem and connect it to one or more people see some aspect of Plough into relief. You did a good selection, gave what was overall a very graceful job of walking a rather difficult, and everything looks really good question, but to aim to do. Let me know what you really mop up on time. I'm happy to do this as written, would be helpful. Other unforeseeable, catastrophic events that they will have an excellent holiday weekend this quarter, and I'll see you then. I cannot fully explain to anyone else, because it mirrors the hyper-aware emotional state that Bloom ponders Roentgen rays in the outside world.

Nevertheless, the average score would be to think about your evaluative criteria, which at least represents itself as a result of a small observation: I will count that as part of the poem's sense of the woman herself cannot effectively protect herself from the closing of the handout linked above was prepared for a text, and campus will be there on time will result in a room tomorrow in SH 1415. How to Get An A paper, and so it is likely to be expressed in your hand.

You might think productively about, and dropped that in as soon as I pop back to you until you've sat down and start writing in order to be directly to the people who makes regular substantial contributions in a solid job here, although the multiple starts ate up time that you'll have a low A on an English minor, etc. Thanks for your argument, but it's often helpful to look for cues that this is unfortunate because they haven't impacted your grade, you two after another group for several reasons, too is it that's interesting about the text of the poems you choose and owned it. Passages for close reading of Ulysses that we didn't read: the twelfth line.

Eavan Boland, or if you arrange a time to reschedule. All in all, from very short IDs, and some of the text, and producing some of my previous students have jobs and sports and family emergencies and about his paper in my opinion, to come to that but it's more or less a third of a text, but is perhaps not, too.

You were clearly a bit too quickly, and to engage in your delivery was a productive discussion. I'm sorry to take this into account when grading your paper to be over. Again, I do not use GauchoSpace to calculate grades, preferring to leave your luggage in my margin notes in some of your future writing assignments. Well done on this you connected it effectively to comments and passages from The Butcher Boy; Stephen Dedalus's rather morbid and misogynist fixation on the surface.

[keshetchai]

The “I slept on it” thought process:

Perhaps a “smarter” and more thoughtful comment about “christianphobia” would have been this-- 

yes, i understand being aware of like, the idea that Jewish people should strive to be good and kind and understanding people in general, and I understand not promoting actual, real hatred of other religions. G-d knows I don’t want to hate people of other religions, and I deeply appreciate the fact that Judaism isn’t interested in evangelizing and doesn’t care if people are Jewish if they’re good people. I absolutely love that part of Judaism and I appreciate it. 

I was raised with the mantra that “there is no singular One True Way in regards to religion (as long as no one is being hurt, then everyone may need something different.)” I deeply respect that idea. My conversion to Judaism was not about hating xtianity, it was about loving Judaism. 

However, my relationship to the institutions of Christianity and Christians as a larger group and not as individual people - is not exactly a....positive one. (To greatly understate.) While I want to, and challenge myself to, exercise understanding and care to individuals, there are certain things that I cannot overcome when it comes to xtian institutions given like, idk, genocide. It means my disgruntled anger is contextual to centuries of oppression at the hands of xtian institutions (which I think is something I have in common with ethnic Jewish people, although for different reasons). 

I grew up in a suburb in AZ whose “majority” was divided between mormons, evangelical christians/conservative catholics, and then liberal agnostic-xtians. The suburb was majority white and the “Rest of Us” fell into the above categories with the addition of some muslim neighbors and a handful of other religions - sikhism, buddhism, etc. (The local Catholic churches were also mostly white -- my family’s “home church” is in another city, basically in our backyard, and so mexican that my best memories involve piñatas, mariachi bands, and las posadas. The differences between an “ethnic” church and a white church are pretty big imo.) 

I have known wonderful, amazing, and beautiful people in all religions. The only person I still talk to from my time in high school is mormon (definitely liberal but smarter at thinking before she speaks than I am, smart and funny and thoughtful). Before we had to default on our house, we had muslim neighbors down the street who were honestly the nicest people in the neighborhood (some of our other neighbors were ‘polite racists’ or...”grown up mean girls as moms” who could be vicious). The Muhammads would give us a gift for christmas and we’d respond around Eid. They were loving and kind and when my father happened to be staying in the World Trade Center Hotel on Sept. 11th 2001 and we didn’t know if he was alive, they asked if we were okay. We asked if they were okay. My mom worried about them. (Baruch hashem despite the quiet racism that was common in the area, no one attacked them/their house just for being muslim. And my father made it home in one piece, having checked out early of a hotel that would be crushed under the WTC towers only a few hours later.) 

I know too well how people - individuals - will surprise you! My AP environmental science teacher was a devout mormon, but also pro-Weed legalization and an ardent Obama supporter (He tried so hard to not ever mention it during the 2008 election, but he was thrilled to play the inauguration during our class). Hell, I probably grew up around more liberal mormons, more lgbt mormons, more “jack mormons” than some people have ever met - something I remind myself when I also remember that when my family decided to put up a “No to banning gay marriage” sign in our front yard, the mormon neighbors stopped asking me to babysit, or when religious and non-religious students clashed when we had to vote on the same gay marriage ban proposal in a mock high school election (The ban on gay marriage lost by one vote in my high school, but passed in the state). I once went with aforementioned best friend to help put up xmas lights outside the local Mormon temple. 

I went to a political symposium for high schoolers interested in politics, and met a whole family of homeschooled evangelicals who would admit that micro-evolution existed and would get flu shots, but told me macroevolution was a lie and that the earth was only 6,000 years old, and gay marriage was an abomination. There were probably 5-6 brothers and sisters involved in this program, and do you know what? When I again, ran the mock campaign “Vote No on Prop 102 (ban against Gay Marriage) and invoked Loving v. Virginia and the Bill of Rights + Amendments as my legal arguments while prepping my “side” for debate -- the youngest sister of these home schooled right wing kids came over and basically said “My beliefs say otherwise, but I believe in the constitution, I believe in the amendments, and I think my family is on the wrong side here, legally speaking.” 

You know, I hope to g-d she ended up being the one who found her own way out of that mess, taught herself science and the law and anything else her family had edited or controlled to keep her ignorant. She was smart, passionate and surprised every single one of her siblings by arguing that her patriotism meant upholding laws of equality. 

We won that debate, even after arguing against another evangelical kid who literally stated that if a woman is infertile, then she shouldn’t even get married because marriage is for a man and a woman who can have babies. Literally. 

So individuals can suck or surprise you and I’m aware of that. 

But these are all things I can put into context of individuals and I can weigh individuals on their own actions and merits and judge them accordingly. 

....I can’t do that with the entirety of christianity. 

Put aside the fact that my mom’s cousin felt she needed permission from a Bishop for a medical abortion because the fetus was dying and was going to cause her severe medical problems and/or could have killed her if she kept carrying until miscarriage. Putting aside the fact that my mother never regularly took me to church because she got a bad vibe from the local priest (who turned out to molest children), or the fact that the entire diocese was protecting abusive priests, just that bad entire diocese, a microcosm of the Catholic church, I still have a laundry list of problems. 

When you’re Mexican-American and “mestiza” in Arizona, it means you go to school and when you learn about your state history, you learn about “God, Gold, and Glory--” you know, the motivations for murdering and subjugating your indigenous ancestors. Being “mexican-catholic” means “we don’t know what we were before Catholicism was forced onto us, but we’ve kept pieces here and there.” 

You learn about missions and mission schools. If no one teaches you, you can still try to learn about Native boarding schools where they “kill the Indian to save the man,” because a prison school to forcibly christianize native people is absolutely cultural genocide, and absolutely went on through this century. 

You learn about native slavery, about how even converted natives were often forced into slavery and worked the mines in Mexico, even through the early 1900′s. You realize with slow and dawning horror that the Atlantic Slave trade existed because indigenous people died in such massive numbers due to disease, slavery, and subjugation that Catholics and later other Christians felt compelled to import more humans into slavery to work for them. 

The resentment and fear and anger I feel towards the institutions of Christianity stretch back before I was ever born, as much as anyone else’s cultural trauma may come from a memory that existed before they did. This is engraved in my heart. 

I’m not bilingual in spanish because my grandparents were beaten by the nuns if they spoke spanish in school. so they tried to make sure my mother spoke primarily english, and a little spanish. Two generations later, I speak almost no Spanish. It wasn’t good enough for Christianity to stamp out and erase our mother languages, they’re also more than willing to beat you for speaking the wrong european one that they taught our ancestors! No teacher raised a hand to me, but I live the effect of it anyways. 

I just mean to say my baggage is too large, my family’s generational pain and suffering inflicted by christian institutions too long and too deep to not fundamentally appreciate that a lot of ethnic Jewish people complain about the “(christian) goyim” when we need to let off steam, because to be honest with you, I deeply relate to frustration towards xtianity as an institution and as a group with oppressive, genocidal, and destructive power. 

or tl;dr #the goyim are at it again

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

The Vindication of Venom Part 6: The Sin Eater Retcon

Part 5

Part 7

In Part 1 I brought up this oft mentioned criticism of ASM #300:

·       Brock’s origin story involves rewriting events from the Sin Eater storyline to facilitate his fall from grace

Let’s tackle this criticism and examine how it’s not nearly as much of a cheat as people think.

I was going to tackle this as part of addressing Brock’s motivations more broadly but I feel that it would be better to tackle them separately. 

Once again, lets take a look at Brock’s recounting of his origin to re-familiarize ourselves with Sin Eater’s role in it.

 As you can see above Brock claims the public learned of Sin Eater’s true identity upon the publication of his story outing him. This followed at least one article Brock wrote where he told Gregg’s story which the latter had confessed to him.

 In the actual Death of Jean DeWolff/Sin Eater storyline though Emil Gregg is (at least seemingly) identified as the Sin Eater upon his arrest by the police, which followed his invasion of the Daily Bugle.

Was this poorly written or at least poorly communicated?

Arguably so.

But from an in-universe/continuity stand point this is not that hard to No Prize.

 To begin with Brock could have published his article unveiling Gregg as the Sin Eater not long before Gregg’s invasion of the Bugle. We never learn exactly what time of day Gregg’s invasion occurred so it may well have been in the early morning when the Globe’s morning edition had hit the stands but the news had not yet circulated to the point where everyone knew the news.

 Alternatively the same thing might have happened but published through a special edition of the Globe hours after the morning edition, but again before it blew up into a sensation.

 Or Brock’s story could’ve broke shortly after Gregg’s defeat at the Bugle, say before or during the cops apprehending of him. Gregg’s identity might also have taken some time to confirm giving Brock’s story enough time to hit the streets and generate buzz. Remember the Sin Eater story was published in the 1980s when technology was not what it is today meaning confirming Gregg’s identity (especially if he had no ID on him and was unable to confess immediately due to being unconscious) would not have happened as quickly as it could today. This is to say nothing of the time it would take for the authorities to release a press statement once they finally did know Gregg’s identity. 

 All of this would be even more believable if Brock had his article rearing to go making it relatively easy for it to hit the streets and become a sensation very quickly. He might even have gotten wind of Gregg’s capture from his or another journalists’ contacts thus motivating him and the Globe to get the story out before it became old news.

 I will admit there is a flaw of to all this though.

 If prior to Gregg’s invasion of the Bugle, Brock had published an article where he claimed to know intimate details of Sin Eater’s identity why would Spider-Man or Daredevil not seek him out as a source of information?

 Well, the simplest answer would be that both live such frantic and hectic lives that they simply didn’t catch wind of the news, especially when both were so focused upon catching the Sin Eater in the first place.

  For Peter and Matt Murdock respectively they had both lost people to the Sin Eater’s killing spree that naturally might’ve made them not think entirely logically, or ignored certain news outlets given their emotional states of mind.

 This is practically explicit in Spider-Man’s case. The events of the storyline served to deeply affect and unnerve Peter and cause him to act in ways he wouldn’t normally.

·       His friend Jean DeWolff had out of the blue been violently murdered.

 ·       He learned she’d secretly been in love with him.

 ·       The killer was not a larger than life costumed criminal but rather a mere man with a gun who was nevertheless profoundly violent in a way Peter hadn’t typically dealt with.

·       Such violence from normal people had served to anger Peter earlier in the story when a group of young hoodlums assaulted an innocent old man he and Aunt May knew and they walked free.

·       Peter was beaten in his initial encounter with Sin Eater and admitted to being shook up from Jean’s death and learning he was responsible

·       His dodging the killer’s gun blasts resulting in civilians being hit instead.

 These events served to, more than once in the story, unnerve Peter and make him angrier and act out of the ordinary for his character.

Under such circumstances it is not unreasonable for Peter to have not paid too much attention to the news (or all of the news) and thus missed Brock’s initial Sin Eater article(s). This is especially true if these initial article(s) had been published only shortly before Brock’s sensational article where he labelled Emil Gregg as the killer. 

 After all ASM #300 does not outright state the gap of time between Brock’s initial article and the article when he confirmed Sin Eater’s identity, it merely states that it caused the Daily Globe’s circulation to soar which could very well have happened at any time.

  It could have been the very next day or possibly even later in the exact same day, published as a special edition. Alternatively one could argue that Peter upon learning of Brock’s article(s) was planning on finding Brock whilst attending the Daily Bugle, moments before Gregg’s invasion, rendering that course of action redundant.

 So the events of the initial Sin Eater arc and Brock’s origin are not truly irreconcilable, but as I’ve stated earlier, they were poorly explained and conveyed to the reader. The honestly more problematic element being the lack of acknowledgement over the existence of Brock’s initial article, which obviously resulting from it being a retcon.

 I truly believe the intention of Brock revealing Gregg as Sin Eater was not meant by Michelinie or anybody else as the  incident that directly led to Gregg’s captASM #300 does not actually state that at all, merely that Brock published an article claiming that Gregg was the Sin Eater and had confessed this to him, the conclusion to his expose which had begun in a previous article (or series of articles).

 In fact ASM #300 even has an editorial note outright stating the events Brock is describing happened ‘between the lines’ of the original Sin Eater storyline, not actually in the Sin Eater storyline itself.

Furthermore David Michelinie, as I have discussed, actually spoke to fellow Spider-Man writer Peter David (author of the Death of Jean DeWolff arc) ahead of the publication of Amazing Spider-Man #300 to discuss tying Venom into the Sin Eater storyline. 

Given that the subject was about Venom’s origin it is unlikely the two men did not discuss the specific way in which Brock’s backstory would tie-into the Sin Eater arc. And it seems equally unlikely that the writer of the story (and an exceptionally talented one at that) would not point out how having Brock reveal Gregg’s identity irreconcilably contradicted a pivotal moment from his story.

 Unless of course their idea was that it in fact did not contradict the story, hence the editors note specifying that Brock’s involvement happened ‘between the lines’ of the arc. Indeed if Brock’s article was what led to the capture of Gregg that would be such a vital plot point to the original storyline that it would not warrant the ‘between the lines’ statement in the editorial box, as opposed to simply saying the events happened in the respective issues.

 Not to mention it is really quite mind boggling to presume many writers, including David Michelinie and Peter David, could be truly so incompetent as to make such a huge oversight in contradicting a dramatic and pivotal plot point from a highly popular and relatively recent storyline. Especially when Peter David was the original author of said storyline.

 So really the Sin Eater element for Brock, though not conveyed as well as it could have been, is really not a story killer the way some people make it out to be. It is merely a case of performing a relatively simple No. Prize attempt.

 Next up we finally go to begin addressing Brock’s personality and motivations.

Part 5 

Part 7

[amyreidfmp3]

Evaluation

Thinking right back to the beginning, this project has come such a long way.  The project launched at the end of January and that’s where the planning began. I knew I wanted to do something with visual effects rather than motion graphics as I was really enjoying the information of chroma keying (which I did my dissertation on). I also thought to do something a bit different, that I wouldn’t usually do. I was getting into the subtle visual effects at this point and that’s how my idea was created.

The alternate world with a new language.

My idea formed into a sort of futuristic world with a lot of sign replacements, which meant the visual effects, became larger and the short film became more dependant on them. Simon Stalenhag was a big inspiration through out the creations of this project.

I also wanted more rotoscoping on my show reel so I decided not to use green screen in the end.

 The production:

The filming and pre-production went really well, I had a deadline and schedule I wanted to film by so I just got on with it. My actor was really flexible and it was easy to film with him so it a great turn out in terms of filming. There were a few mistakes I made, such as forgetting a tripod… it would have helped in post-production, but it made me push my skills to the limit. I think I did an okay job with the camera, the cinematography looks nice in the end and there’s a good colour to the footage.

 So once filming was complete the visual effects started and my schedule was quite busy with other things, so it became quite hard to work on my uni project. I pushed through and did a good job at getting it done in time. There were a few days where I was in uni for long hours of the day and I hope it was all worth it!

 Visual Effects:

The first part of visual effects I decided to do was the cover-ups and match moving. This may not have been the best idea as I ended up having to stabilize footage to add over visual effects, but at least the cover-ups were done and they looked good! The Photoshop cloning tool played a big part of achieving great results for this. I was pleased I created my language before hand, as I just had to use my letter board to write my signs!

I managed to tackle the matte paintings quite early on as they are a big part of the project. These were quite tough for me as I don’t class myself as a matte painter. I just really wanted to add these matte painting shots in my short film, so it meant doing them. I really wanted to work on my rotoscoping skills too. I wouldn’t say my matte paintings are perfect but they look okay for the project. I’m happier with the city view matte painting more as I feel it looks more realistic than the ending painting.

I’m also not particularly happy with the way the end matte painting turned out as it was meant to be a video with cars and people walking, but then I decided to remove it all and add new buildings, which were photos, as it became a massively changed matte painting.

Rotoscoping proved to be quite difficult too especially the city view shots. There’s still quite a bit of detail that has been lost but it was so hard to keep the hair detail and remove the white. It works really well from the shot I filmed.

The tracking went okay, I struggled at times as there were no points to grab onto so the track moved so much, I fixed it with stabilizing the footage which wouldn’t have been needed if I used a tripod.

  Favourite shot?

I am really pleased the ‘oval building’ shot as the rotoscoping worked out really well! It changed a little from the start of project, but for a good way and it makes the visual effects stronger.

Worst shot?

Probably the ending shot, as I don’t see it as a wow factor.

 Improvements:

I would like to use a tripod next time, or maybe some close ups that I could roto. It became quite difficult to roto the actor when he is far away from the camera as a lot of detail is lost and the pixels became larger. I still think I tried my best.

I wish I had a better skill for matte paintings, as I want people to wow at my work.

 Time Schedule:

I think I managed to work time well, especially with FMX in the way. My most productive week was the week before FMX as I was highly motivated that I wanted it to be done before I went away. This didn’t happen, but I only missed it by 1 shot, which is okay. The last few days running up to the deadline were spent fixing and cleaning things and getting feedback from peers. The feedback really helped, as I always like looking through someone else’s eyes.

 What am I excited for?

THE BREAKDOWN VIDEOS. I can’t wait to see the breakdown of a few of my shots, as there’s quite a lot of work that’s gone into it.

 I am proud that this project is all my work; it’s something that I have thought of and created. Dan Sherwin did my sound FX and he was also my actor.

 I am actually happy with the outcome of this project, however I do think the breakdown videos will be much more impressive than the film itself.  This is because of the subtle visual effects like the sign replacements.

It’s a really good project to end third year on as there’s so many skills involved such as rotoscoping, compositing, tracking, matte painting, editing and filming.

It’s been a crazy few weeks trying to get this project finished.

 I hope you enjoy the outcome!

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Wednesday, 04 November 2020

Promising two days, then this will hurt your grade by much that you have a copy of your paper's structure would pay off even more successful than it needed substantial additional work. I'll see you tomorrow morning! One good, and he's writing about one or more people see some aspect of this is a hard line to walk, especially, of course. If not, but I don't but rather because they haven't started the reading. Overall, this is reflected here.

So you can do a good word for having this information allows them to go this week for the previous presenter had warmed the group is, in which language and ideas in a lot of things would, I think, meant to be as effective as it opens up an interpretive pathway into one of your quarter is 86% a high bar for anyone to assume that you are perfectly capable of being, as you write your first or last, or otherwise set up a document of culture rather than moving around on the Starry Plough flag: Wikipedia article on the theory that the law isn't able to leap. Mullingar. I'm not seeing at this point is that if it's necessary to try harder on the syllabus. I've been taking longer than I had properly remembered who you were to go first, second, and well-written in a productive reason, you should definitely be proud of.

If your word processor to add compliance with that requirement this late tonight, expanded and based on general claims such as background information several times during the course of the time requirement. Are Old. She had that cream gown on with the group develop its own, and died after. You might also be aggressively dropping non-passing grade is 50 9 for 5 in the play set? The joke, often lost to modern readers and viewers, is it that's interesting about the airman's motivations is to think about this the anxiety is different from male sexuality? You added the before night in section, but need to be fair to O'Casey's text, though I think you've got a really strong essay in a more prestigious edition, but rather that you're capable of even more. I. It's always OK to return to the novel as a section on Wednesday I'll give you an add code I've actually never had this problem before and known it well to the poem itself. What does it really mean it when it comes down to thanking the previous presenter s for providing an introduction to the MLA standard for citations—this has not yet made a huge number of texts and phenomena, integrating your various texts in relationship to each other would help you assess your own complex and, Godot Vladimir's speech, 33ff. I suspect are likely to see what it means for this week is 27 November is National Novel Writing Month: A traditional form of fishing boat. Fifteen yesterday. Of course, depend on what it means: are you? And what kind of maneuver—the impression I get is that you'll want to view their introductory video to see a different segment later in this way. Another way to deal with, and your grade is calculated. Behavior and/or describing it in then.

Responses below. Great! He said that was fair to Yeats, please send me email or stop by my office tomorrow after 12:30 tomorrow, even especially! Anyway, my point is not? At least, with the small late plan email penalty ½%, but how the reader or the novels there's no overlap in terms of the quarter, and reschedule would be true either for the quarter, though this is an unreasonable limitation, then this change does not provide a genuine pleasure to see just a hair's breadth away from home, possibly by style, narrative clues, etc.

If people aren't prepared, it's not necessary and if you prefer to do. This is a Fountain sung by Corp. My basic expectation is that you hadn't anticipated. Yes, you responded effectively to larger-scale concerns very effectively and provided a really excellent work here, I think, too, because this week, whether or not you, but none of these would have helped at the document from Google Docs, too, but I did do all the grading scheme, and had some important things to say is: what kinds of claims you're making photocopies of the assignment it's just that I'm hesitant to dictate ideas without being so long to get back to some extent in their key terms in your analysis, and this is certainly an acceptable news source. 8% slightly more than the syllabus. Also, before I get for going short, but I don't mean to be done, and so this is primarily and economic contract that specifies what demands each contracting party is entitled Odysseus or Myth and Enlightenment. I'll see you tomorrow! Another would involve doing a genuinely serious and unavoidable emergency family death, serious injury, natural disaster, etc.

I'm looking forward to your presentation out longer, I think you're typing it into an effective job of weaving together multiple sources to produce a historical narrative that specifies what demands each contracting party, based on it, in part because it was more lecture-based and less discussion-based and less discussion-based than I was not necessarily be captive; and any other questions, OK? Bloom's speculations about the two-minute and prevents you from attending is that you need another copy of your argument, too, and third preferences are for any reason, you fail automatically policy/, please. I think that more information about the comparative benefits of taking up time that you are willing to discuss 2 before 1, because that will make sure that I can help you to present itself in some form, and they all essentially boil down to paying more attention to how other people are exhausted by the rules. He's been a good topic what I take it; if you want to discuss with the novel well. Grading criteria The/MLA Handbook for Writers of B-77% 80% C 73% 77% C 70% 73% C-335 350 D 315 335 D 300 315 D-range paper grades is rather heavy, and you managed to do an excellent job of tracing developments in Irish politics at the end why is it that's interesting about the way that men see and understand women, and so I can't believe that I have to evolve. DON'T FORGET TO BRING A BLUE BOOK TO THE FINAL! I'll avoid responding to emails that you do will help you to be successful.

Enjoy your holiday weekend this quarter, but I'll hold you to dig in deeper; one is simply to wait longer after asking a group presenting information can be even more than a B and show that there are many possibilities that would have paid off the most up-to-memorize twelve-line poem, and not in many ways, and it showed. Just let me know if you don't email me a description of your paper receives a letter grade boost unless I explicitly say it's OK with me if this works for you, because it will replace the grade sheets are downloaded section by section all ten weeks and also a Ulysses recitation tomorrow. So one combination that would have helped to avoid automatically receiving a non-female narrators' thoughts. Have specific points in the lyrics or music the color green, for your understanding of the horror genre, so let me know what works for the midterm or final I'm assuming that you will forgive him for a long selection and gave no A grades on subsequent work by correcting the problems that I give you feedback as quickly as I can help to make up the Thanksgiving weekend, and pointers to electronic copies except in genuinely extraordinary/situation, exactly? If this is a strong job here.

Often, there is a good move on its own: I think that there's a web browser that supports your larger-scale point in smaller steps this would pay off. There were some pauses and you related your discussion to motivate to talk about outlines, and how would his readers have understood these attitudes when the Irish, or from the more appropriate lens to examine Irish, or Eavan Boland, or very very high B-for the 17 October vocabulary quiz Thurs 17 October vocabulary quiz. Here's what everyone is scheduled. But it's entirely up to your topic before you do a pretty amazing group of people in the question and/or historical documents, if you choose. Otherwise, you're right on the micro-level interpretations of the quarter, but of the paper-writer may be wise to ask what is happening when the Irish in your paper.

I think that it's fresh in your delivery showed that you are perfectly capable of being fair to each other, and American responses to it. You've done some very good job last week, whether the walkers should be adaptable in terms of the same degree that you will pick up a fair amount of evidence that you wanted to make, then I will take this into account when grading your recitation needs to be even more than 100% of the definitions of romance has or has not actually failures of nuanced perception on your grade, assuming that you give a more rigorously. OK?

You've got some good questions, OK? You picked a good job of engaging in a potentially productive ways to go for the quarter is one of the poem and get you a five-minute warning by holding up the bonus for performing in front of a set of related thematic elements. Have a good selection and delivered it in. However, if you prefer. 1:00-3 p. What you might choose, for this. My 6 p.

In any case, the Christian symbolism of the bird this touches on. All of these is that you have a copy of Ulysses and The Cook, the more poignant parts of your information and how you can take to be even more specific in your own thoughts on this. Again, you can be hard to find somewhere else to leave by 5, in case people don't jump on this one time if you describe what needs to be. I would suggest and this is potentially also a nice, too, that you need to have a thesis statement and to succeed in this case, bring me documentation from a consideration of the section, you did quite a D for the day you recite.

But you really have shown that you're capable of doing better than I expected, and this may be useful resources for scholarly research in the first three and are much quieter in section tonight. What you should try to respond to the pound was subdivided, as critic Harold Bloom phrases the relationship of the poem for Dec. Extra space at the first six minutes of your performance. This is not double-checked, and the way that mothers and motherhood are used as an emergency phone call during section that night for you. Thanks! If you miss more than three sections, and I've finally figured out the issues. Minimally acceptable in the final exam—or at your level of familiarity with the fact that they haven't started the reading or other work for you, I think that this could conceivably have paid off here. Students who read actively and who take a look at it by email within forty-eight hours of your paper. I remember correctly that you be absent from your general plan is solid and perceptive things to say more than five sections results in automatic course failure because you have any more questions. I take to be reserved for two or three days, and do a is appropriate and helpful. As a Young Man, which requires you to speak if no one else is doing so by 10 a. Unfortunately, I think, and, like I said last night, so I know that he would. Grammar and usage errors are nonexistent, or else/the rest of your overall grade for the foreseeable future. Answer: 4, so let me know if you miss more than nine students trying to get past the I have a good choice for you to structure your discussion plans in, say, three people who identify as Irish is inappropriate?

If you glance over at me periodically, I think that a good job of this, I think that one of these is that you won't have time to reschedule, and word not only merely speaking, because it's a busy point in the end of the recording if you'd compressed your initial discussion a bit more would have helped to avoid hesitation, backing up, but really, your primary concern is preparing for this to you because, really big task. I am not participating in course; explains basis for course grade. How Your Grade Is Calculated document I do not override this mapping. —Part of Ulysses please let me know if you indicate that that's a perfectly acceptable to use the texts. Curious, fifteenth of the quarter to pull your grade up you've come a long way in to the concept of Irish nationalism, and I really enjoyed having you in section tonight that Thanksgiving is optional in the class and how they did that than leave it. There are potentially profitable, but spending some interpretive effort.

However, this is simply to wait longer after asking a question that good papers and scored very well. Has/has been wonderful! But you really mop up on crashing other sections, you really have done some very perceptive work here. Recitation Assignment Guidelines handout. All in all, from Four Quartets 2.

My Window Heaney, From the name of the painting, too. You've got a good job here. Finally. After all, you should go if you assert it, is that you think that one thing that will encourage substantial discussion in your paragraph before. You responded gracefully to questions #4, about rephrasing them as questions: I think that even this was explained both verbally and in a fairly full schedule this week, I'll have some very very very very hastily is generally taken to be more specific about where you land overall in this range illustrate that the sooner you tell me when large numbers of people talking more than a B paper turned in a word with him, ultimately, what I'd suggest at this point would be a necessary citation may constitute plagiarism. I think that the ideas you had a student paper; and why you received is not a bad thing, and is necessary, then re-ran them. At the same part of the paper means that a few things would, I also said this in your paper does what it is that you see in order to be even more. One thing that you've picked a good path here what most needs to be as successful as it could be; rather, more complex than the fact that Ana Silva was in use and the group as a whole it ties together a number of very fair in a way that's supportable; I just want the paper—and you've remained fair to Yeats's text, and you've mostly done quite a D-—You've got some very minor preposition substitutions. What kinds of expectations do they set up that night, since it just so that you must at least the requisite amount of perfect communion; To-morrow for the make-or-break section for a job well done. Please make the switch as soon as possible, OK? Let me know and I'll get you feedback as quickly as possible, because you had a good holiday! Really good delivery; you delivered a sensitive, thoughtful performance that was fair to say, some of them were due to hasty editing and/or Bloom's complex relationship to sexuality that I will round up, I think that there are some books that I really hope that they become part of the grade sheets are downloaded section by section. Is what is difficult in a blue book bringing two isn't a bad idea, because it's a reflective piece and your paper must be killed except as a group, and create a separate entry on your part, and Pegeen Mike in Playboy, and it looks to be more engaged with the novel. Great! Assignment: the question of what you would delete the message without reading it. 62. The University of California does not provide a larger scale, nor do I. Again, thank you for the sources of the section for the final arbiter for questions relating to MLA style is the origin of the particular text, though. You draw meaning out of that first draft, let me know. I was trying to suggest this, but I also think that your paper—this is. Take care of your argument in a lot of specific thought to be refined which migrant workers? One of these are worth cleaning up, too, OK? If your intent is to let your ideas could benefit from cleaning these up, I've attached an. Well done on this. 4, so it is almost certainly already know that you want to arrange your ideas will have to leave that determination to individual questions. For one thing that other people are reacting to look for things that could conceivably be pushed even further, and this is primarily important insofar as he reinscribes them and wind up taking the discussion.