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?


The Man on the Blue Moped-Rated R

The Man on The Blue Moped-Rated R

By Anna Bella



“I looked for someone to help me and I was surprised when I saw myself. I saw a man on a blue moped, and I saw freedom.”

The man in the photo you see is Reuben Cross. I met him a few days ago. Mr. Reuben is a man of an arrogant yet remarkable character. He has held a deep bitterness in his heart for what happened to his mother and father in the distant past. They were brutally murdered by the Santos mafia (aka the Santos brothers). In order for you to understand why, I would have to explain what he told me.

His mother and father were kidnapped after the couple tried to report the Santos brothers to the local police for the criminal activity they had witnessed. They suspected that the brothers were involved with illegal drugs and illegal distribution of firearms. Little did they know that this particular mafia was very close with the local police and the Cross couple’s actions ultimately backfired. They didn’t even know the Santos brothers were mafia. All they knew is they wanted to make sure that their community was safe for everyone in it. But maybe it’s safer to mind your own business. One night the Santos brothers sent a patrol car to the Cross’ house under the pretense that the police department had an important update on the case. Instead, the crooked cops handcuffed the couple and gave them over to the Santos brothers.

The brothers took the Cross couple to their huge factory with barbed wires and made them test subjects for the drugs that they were experimenting with. In other words, the Cross couple became drug addicts. They weren’t the only ones as the Santos brothers were also involved in a huge amount of human trafficking. The Cross couple was in this captivity I could say for 4 years. Mrs. Cross ended up pregnant and despite her condition little Reuben was born perfectly fine. Reuben was a complete miracle.

Even through their mental inhibitions, Mr. and Mrs. Cross knew that they had to get their child out of the environment they were in and get Reuben to freedom. They tried their best to keep Reuben hidden away from the immediate sight of the Santos brothers and their cohorts. The brothers were so busy messing around with the new women they captured every week to pay little Reuben any mind.

The couple waited until Reuben was 8 years old and planned an escape route for their young child to go on. They took an old raggedy white shirt and made huge holes from both of their skin using some old drug needles. They took the needles and soaked them in the holes to write a message that the person that found their son could read. They had no access to pen and paper. They also hoped that their son would be able to know who he was through blood testing at some point in their life.

The message that was written with their impaired minds:

“Dis Reuben Cross from Fred + Irene Cross Take care of our son pls. We r captive”

They prepped their son with sweet parting words. They decided they were going to throw him over the fence. Reuben’s parents told him to call out for someone to help him once he was over the fence. The factory was next to a relatively active highway. They took their two old pillows and bore a hole for their son’s head to fit through. They put it over his head and over his body and then squeezed their pillows into the remaining space on each side of him. One to protect his back and one to protect his stomach. They instructed their son to tuck his head in and embrace his knees securely. Mr. Cross made his wife climb up on his shoulders while holding his son and she threw their son over the fence. They weren’t sure if he would get picked up by the crooked cops of the town but they wanted to give their son a chance to have freedom and it was worth the shot.

The Santos brothers appeared suddenly coming after the Cross’ couple and as little Reuben fell over the fence he saw the worse sight in his short life in that moment. He saw his parents killed at point blank. A bullet barely got him as he struggled to run after he hit the ground. He shouted to his parents “Thank y-o-o-o-o-u-u-u, I lov-v-ve you guys.” As he vocalized the words it’s almost like his mournful voice was in slow motion. He ran and ran and as he took one last look he saw his mother and father killed, and held back tears. He ran and he ran.

I asked Mr. Reuben who took him in after he escaped the factory. He told me “I looked for someone to help me and I was surprised when I saw myself. I saw a man on a blue moped, and I saw freedom.”




Futurephobia 2

Futurephobia 2 (fiction)


By Anna Bella

I fell down to the ground. A few shattered pieces of skull and bone. The blood oozed onto the sidewalk. Wisdom was there but couldn’t help me. Sometimes one needs to experience how people fall so you never fall again. Escaped with my life I did. An angel stuck out his hand to me and bid me die not in the street. He fused the skull and bone and put them back into place. He didn’t heal it completely. I know where the bruise is til this day. Look in the mirror or feel the slight soreness and I remember. I remember what was like to hit the pavement. Everyone says to watch your steps. But if you watch where you’re stepping you can also walk right into things. Can one watch his feet and look ahead too? What about behind? We need to see what’s coming from behind too. How cautious can we be? Who knows? A head full of eyes would most likely suffice.

I’m alive so why are you angry? Do you want me in dust? Scattered amongst the rest of the earth.  Forgotten matter trampled upon.

Bus Stop-Weekly Reflection

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Tonight’s class was definitely an interesting experience for me. It made me see firsthand how our ideas/opinions are based on what we hear from others, see on media and on television. As I was reflecting on the idea of improvements for bus tours I thought of seeing  the visuals of the surrounding environment, greenery, outside and animals, someone in class asked to see through their window (maybe our Professor). Once this happened it became a different experience for all of us and we shared our own environment through our windows.

There was something about seeing mazorca through the google hangout. Like they were there and we can ask them as many questions as we wanted to do. Through this you see how limited Google is in a way. We can see visuals of another place but only the people there can tell us what they experience firsthand and answer our questions for us.images (3).jpg

Not only did the window view change this experience but also the folder of different things in the area/house shared by them and people in our class.

This tour opened our discussion of our preconceived notions about other cultures and the politics of today. I look forward to the next one.



Weekly Reflection of Memes



images (2).jpgLast week of class was fantastic. I don’t think one can ever accurately predict the course of the class each week. They always have something fun and engaging for us students to do. It’s almost like we’re kids but this is too fun. The best part of the class was spending time creating memes from Rheingold’s video on lucid dreaming. I was a little unsure of how far would be too far. In the digital world, one should always be aware of other people’s feelings and consider the long term effects of your actions. Here are the memes I created while in class.  I used and Here are just a few of what I created this week.


Here’s the best DDA I did this week imo.

Network Effect Experience


When we were told to experience this Network Effect I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’m not very enthusiastic about doing this again. I do wonder why I have to wait a whole nother 24 hours for the next experience. Anyway, I like the statistics and the diagrams but the 7 minute wait was annoying. A lot of the image flicks repeated. I’m not really sure what I was supposed to get out of this exercise but for me I think about a minute or 2 this exercise would be all I need to get the information that was gifted to me through this interface.

DDA57 Response

If I could be an animal for a day, I would be the white lion. I would be one of a rarer species and yet the strongest animal in the jungle. During this day, I wouldn’t eat any animals. I would just walk around like the king/lioness I am. This would be mad cool. 🙂white_lion_by_bobbyboggs182-d5pj5q9.jpg

DDA54 Response

With these two different shoes I can be two different people.

I can be an elegant ballet dancer whose feet gently bounce off/drag across the floor in plies, degages, releves and tendus.pointe.jpg

Or I can be a workman whose boots get dirty. When I enter a room full of people know of my presence. The hard work I do resounds for everyone to hear with every single step I



Futurephobia by Anna Bella (fiction)

I don’t feel safe anymore. I’ve been violated and disgraced in the deepest parts of my soul. Maybe I should just stay locked up inside my house. After all, it’s the safest place to be now. In a moment your whole life can just be altered to the worst. No one ever wants to think that they would be raped but now I have been. My future is a dark place with hunter traps and sinkholes. No one can protect me. Alone in the shadows, they threw a net over me and pulled me into the dark abyss. I am forever lost.


This Week’s Studio Visit


Of course, when you watch these Youtube chats, there are so many ideas flowing around and I just can’t keep up with them. I did manage to jot down a few comments on paper.

Overall, it was a great discussion and Alex definitely brought up good questions regarding the structure of our course, etc. In response, Mammie brought up the fact that when she embarked on recently leaving her job there are no rules or help for her concretely. She will have to figure it out herself and her future is actually uncertain. She says that by having no structure right now we get practice for the real world in advance.