Let's Do Some Homework.

For my photo essay I decided to do a process.  I choose to do my process of doing homework one night, from the beginning to my midway procrastination all the way to the end.  I choose to take some pictures of both my desk and what had accumulated over the night and also what my screen showed.

 

For my photo essay I decided to do a process.  I choose to do my process of doing homework one night, from the beginning to my midway procrastination all the way to the end.  I choose to take some pictures of both my desk and what had accumulated over the night and also what my screen showed. My process for homework is the same almost every night.  I begin with my homework and just let everything possible accumulate onto my desk before I basically drown in books and papers which is just about the time that I take my procrastination hour.  As seen in two photos it usually starts with looking at one site and leads to having five different sites open along with my iTunes and anything else you can think of.   After my hour of procrastination I usually get everything finished just in time to have another hour of not sleeping before I actually go to bed. 

             I really liked this week that we talked about how everyone’s community is different and that word told to ten different people will bring about ten different images.  Just the word procrastination told to ten people will bring about ten different ways that they procrastinate, with youtube, with facebook, with tumblr, or for me all three.  I’m not sure what I learned doing this project about community but it did get me thinking about all the different ways that people procrastinate and eventually get their homework done and how it happens.  Some people have to be in a certain chair, in a certain building, or there are others that can only do homework to certain music.  Everyone has a way of doing something and it differs from what another person does.  When asking a group of people to do one process they could all do it different but the end product would more or less be the same.    

Enemies of Metal: Your Death is Our Reward

This photo essay is of my living quarters. I consider my community to be the places that surround me and that I interact with and this is what I wanted to explore in my photo essay. I wanted to capture the things that I figured an outsider, someone from the community, would first notice. This demanded that I take a step back and really look at what my house was like. I couldn’t just do my normal thing; I had to try to have a new perspective on something normally rote for me.

Usually I just go into my room and hang my coat up, set my things down, and do homework or watch a movie, but in thinking about it I realized all the things that are unique to my space – things that were pieces of me. I didn’t want to be in any of the pictures because that could influence how people perceive who I am. I wanted them to try to understand my identity through my room. I once heard that someone who spends 5 minutes in a stranger’s room has a better idea of that person than their friends, because they don’t let archetypes, stereotypes, and prejudices get in the way.

I think this relates to the photo essay in the reading this week of the urban cities project. I liked how the photographer took pictures of store fronts because they vary a lot from store to store, area to area. They say a lot about the shop, not just what it sells or does. I picked the pictures I did because the subjects are unique (or so I thought when I tried to view them with my “outsider glasses” on) and add a sense of identity and perspective to who I am. They add personality. 

 I like pictures of cats because they are funny. 

 I work at a restaurant and like to save my change. One is for quarters, the rest is for anything that isn't a quarter. Also there are cat pictures on the right and dark chocolate covered almonds on the left.

 I'm not sure what these are for.

 I like playing guitar, specifically, shredding.

 I sleep on this futon and watch TV and movies from it. Deal with it.

 This was a gift.

This was also a gift.

My Photo Essay

First of all, I PROMISE I did not copy Ryan. I was planning on doing this originally; but heck, now I have something to compare mine to.

Yes, these are all pictures from my room as well. I loved this assignment because not only did it force me to clean my room, but it made me think about the deep meaning and passion that every object in my room holds (cheesy, but seriously). Also, my roomate is a slob. I apologize.

My bed, being the only thing that's messy shows how my life really is. I try to stay "clean", but some things just are more homey "messy". I will leave that one up to your interpretation because I don't really know what it means myself. Each pair of my shoes has a story as to how I obtained them/made them. The smiley face awards wall reminds me of how happy I was when I used to swim every day. It also reminds me of what a lazy bum I am now, and how I should change sometime in the near future. Each picture frame, trinket, (love) note, creepy tape head man and iPod belt all have special meaning to me. This not only has to do with observing the ordinary, but by observing these ordinary things I get a quick summary of my life personally. To someone else, these objects probably mean nothing. But every one of these objects is important to me in one way or another.