The End of Netnarr is Nigh

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It only seems like our fun had only just begun yesterday. This is some kind of hoax. Just an alchemistic (made this word up) trick to deceive us.

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Ahh, to say goodbye to all these alchemist friends I’ve made will be such a hard thing to do. Of course this is a hoax because digital alchemy/network narratives could never die. Even if technology were to come to an end tomorrow. It’s just apart of the human culture. Collaboration has been in existence since the beginning of mankind. Adam and eve, the people who built the Tower of Babel together.

I do wonder if I’ll ever become a true digital alchemist. Rebeg and M Prophetissma were really good at editing and glitching Youtube videos and coding messages. I’m not good at any of this stuff.

However I’ll keep trying to improve my alchemistic skills and I’ll only get better and better in time.

 

Dual Digital Identities

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So, I love having multiple online identities and this Netnarr class is allowing us to openly engage in this activity while actively pursuing our education. How about that? Talk about a non-traditional class for sure. But in the past and also  in this class, having many online identities becomes seriously overwhelming. Different emails to check, multiple identities to maintain and people to reach out to/reply to. All of these tasks make being more than one person online very challenging for people to deal with in their daily or even weekly lives. So as much as this is fun, it’s a bit overwhelming.

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Weekly Reflection

Another great week has come and gone. We didn’t have class this past week but extra breaks are always good. I look forward to whatever secrets Dr. Zamora and Prof. Levine have been keeping from us and can’t wait to get back on the tour and all that. I listened to the Egypt tour and at times the sound was a little unclear but I did find the overall talk interesting and very insightful.

Weekly Reflection

It was a completely awesome experience to hear everyone read and share their piece with the class. I do have to say its hard not to get intimidated when one hears others read their pieces. It’s really hard not to judge yourself and compare your writing accomplishments with others. But I do understand it helps you grow when you listen to what other people are able to do in their own works. Excited to see what we do next. 🙂

A Lovely Game of Cards

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A Lovely Game of Cards

By Anna Bella

(Expanded on from http://daily.arganee.world/dda84/ )

I found deck of cards

no light but warm.

Bored so followed the sound

of a lady’s laughter.

She bid me take rest

and join her for a game.

I was sure I would win

but she wouldn’t give in.

Hours and hours she played her witchery

No she couldn’t make it easy.

Haunted by hours past

with green blood

the fire consumed itself

and disappeared.

My eyes were

majestically wounded

but my brain

a thousand head strong.

Memory could not fail me

cause I was a dolly.

The crystal knight

shone on the moonlight’s throne

of forgotten castles and rotten bones.

The cards burned my hands

and they almost fell off.

The wicked witch had plotted and schemed

now I knew why she was laughing.

In order to win

she would do anything.

No fair game, no fair playing

but the gods knew she was unworthy.

She threw down her 7 of spades

Only one hand left I had to play

the other one dangling.

The ghosts said

life was a game

and it was never fair

but I beg to differ.

Little did she know

the crystal knight was on my side.

One, two with the stroke of my brooch,

I called him to me

and he answered my call.

Crystal magick he could do,

Crystal magick he beat you.

What did he do?

I can’t tell you!

But I played a lovely game of cards.

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The Guiding Light

The Guiding Light

By Anna Bella

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I’ve been asleep for hours and awaken to use the restroom. I struggle to get out of my bed and put on my fluffy night slippers and open my door to go down the hall. As I eagerly return through the hallway to go back sleep, I am completely shocked to realize that my room has been closed back in with only a beaming blue light coming through the outline of the door. My heart skips a beat and my eyes widen. I have fully awaken from my half awake half asleep self. I begin to tremble and wonder if I’m still dreaming. My heart beats faster and faster. My palms begin to sweat and fear starts to consume me. What movie did I watch last night, I try to remember. I approached the door and slowly peer inside. I notice the light has one source from something within. Everything else in my room appears exactly how I left it instead with this blue light shining on it. I slowly open the door and to my surprise my phone turns out to be the source with a mini transparent human standing in the midst of the strong blue light. I approach closer to realize that it was a mini me inside the light. It spoke up and said “Hello Anna Bella, I’m Anna Bella.” I was taken aback and thought I really have to be sleeping because this is really insane. Someone must’ve given me something bad to eat or drink. I have to be more careful next time, I thought. She continue to spoke and said, “You aren’t sleeping. I guess I could say we aren’t sleeping. I am your higher self, the all knowing you, the true inside of you.” At this point I’m not sure if I should believe this or not. Afterall, it could be a trick. Maybe it’s another captivating dream that I’m going to be awoken from shortly. I’ll be mad for a few minutes and then forget all about it later. I decide to play along with it. Might as well enjoy this magical experience while it last. “Oh, right, How could I not remember you?,” I sarcastically say to this creature. She responded, ” You don’t fool me, because you are me.” ” Enough with this nonsense, why are you here,” I demand to know. “We never know how to relax and be calm. Always feisty and snappish. There’s no time to debate who I am. Just know that I’m here to help you. There’s alot of people you need to help and we also need to help ourselves too.” “How do I know that I can trust you,” I ask. She said, “look out that window and you’ll notice that your mom and dad have returned.” “That’s ridiculous, they were on a plane heading to Hawaii the last time I spoke to them,” I exclaimed. “Go see for yourself.” I walked over to the window and looked out and to my surprise, my parents were driving into the driveway just like she said. “Now what,” I said to myself. Now what?
To Be Continued…

Also published on the youngwritersproject.org

Hope in the Rubble

Here’s another great dda I decided to respond to.

This is my fictional account of this moment (imagining how he feels.)

Hope In the Rubble

By Anna Bella

James looked at his old record player remembering how he had everything he had ever needed. He never had to work for anything because his parents had left him enough money to take care of himself forever or so they thought. But here it was they had not thought of everything when the planes sent bombs onto the family estate amongst other civilian homes. James felt tears roll down his cheeks as he felt alone and lost in the world. The cold winds blew the tears on his cheek to a mini frozen river and caused him extra pain. The records spun a song that touched his heart and made him feel like there was still hope left for him. He truly was alone as he had never married and never had children. He had believed during all of his life that it was enough to have money and that it would always be there for him versus people in his opinion. He had thought that money and wealth was eternal. Not only was his home destroyed by the bombs but also the stocks had crashed 3 weeks before in his city. James reached over and put his favorite record into the player. Luckily, it wasn’t destroyed during all that happened. He pulled out his father’s old pipe and smoked some tobacco and he sang to the music saying “I know change gonna come.”

 

Weekly Reflection

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I made a Trapped in My Head sound file this past week. This was made from a collection of noises at work- an alarm beeping and phone ringing, professors speaking( mostly Levine can be heard at the end). I also found some heartbeat and breathing files to place inside. The back story would be this is a girl who is a former soldier coming into a campus environment for the first time after being in war.  I also had some gun fire audio as well.

Being introduced into the youngwritersproject community was a definitely cool experience for me to be involved in. There really are no words to describe how amazing this is. I barely had enough time to see every single thing on the website but I do see that there are alot of very talented youth on the site and it’s crazy how I can still relate to alot of what they have said in their different pieces.

 

Thinking on The Boundaries of Written Language in a Digital Environment

Thinking on The Boundaries of Written Language in a Digital Environment

By Anna Bella

The other day I found myself in a conversation with an online friend about some internet drama. After a while, I had so much emotions and passions behind what I wanted to say that I felt like I had become mute. I wanted to actually SsAyy the words that I was typing. The typing felt like a burden. Then in my rush to type what I had to say, the other person kept failing to understand what I was saying. Since they weren’t keeping up with me, I got upset that I had to remember what I had said prior.  Even though I was still getting out my words, it made me angry that I literally wanted to speak in this digital environment. I had to be silent because it was just a written conversation and I really hate this limitation.

I prefer to talk to someone through voice except when I want to be silent. What’s the point of having a conversation with someone else when you can’t actually have a regular complete dialogue.

Auto correct always seems to be the one that needs correcting and Twitter has a constricting character limit. Because I have so many thoughts flowing through my head, I feel almost like I’m being restricted so to speak.

Even when I have texted during undergrad years, it was common that my associates and classmates at school would not be able to keep up with the amount of things I had to say. There’s some things people don’t get to clarify and explain in the moment in the digital communication world. This whole other world of rules in the texting and other digital communication age has pros and many cons too. When you’re on the phone with someone it’s a more interactive exchange of conversation and this is a whole lot better than simple digital communication. Sometimes they do not get to say everything they want to say and you don’t get to say everything either but it’s a more interactive dialogue. I think that in-person communication is still the best communication to have. The best thing about written language in a digital environment is that I have an actual record of what I have said but can the digital age fully keep up with me?