We Fear Change...

In the Trimbur, Baron, and Stroupe articles, the most prominent theme shared by all three is a general fear of change in the technology and typography of writing. And, once again, this idea of the importance of visuals and photos and pictures and images that has been beaten and pounded into our heads from the first day of this class comes out and smacks us in the face again. Intellectuals fear the dumbing down of society by the mass acceptance of what they see as children's picture books. But, as we've seen through the studying of those comics, to slogging through lengthy, wordy articles like the ones we just read, images are often more effective for the taking in of information in general.

On another note, the Washington Redskins lost to the Dallas Cowgirls last night, and I am highly disappointed and a little (well, maybe more than a little) hungover. So, I hope my brevity in this post will speak the volumes I intended.

New Reading

First of all, I'd like to address my lack of posts last week. I have been in quite the self-destructive mood lately, and homework, unfortunately, was the last thing on my mind. Yes, I understand that this was irresponsible and downright lazy, yet I feel at that time I had more important things to take care of in my life than a couple readings and blog posts.

Now that that's out of the way, I realized that each of these articles assigned were fairly repetitive and the skill of skimming mentioned in the Jacobs writing probably would have been a good thing to know before taking on the oh-so-daunting task of reading all three of these at three in the morning the day they're supposed to be read by. I'm one of those people that has no problem reading for long periods of time on a computer and I've always loved reading deeply into long texts, which as described by Jacobs, is skill that is disappearing rapidly.

But sorry, whoever is reading this. It is shallow, pathetic, and short. I am just extremely uninspired. It'll be better next week.

Shit

Let's face it. Most writing done online is garbage.

Trash.

Waste. 

Shit.

Thoughts, in the form of words and images and sounds, all thrown together into a glorified, steaming pile of excrement. And as the mind steps in this pile of shit, it is obvious that some thoughts should not be shared. Some words are never meant to be put into writing. Some images should simply not be seen. As you try to get that relatively graphic image out of your head, I am pleased to announce a brand new contributor to this mess called digital writing. Or blogging. Or vlogging. Well, whatever the hell you want to call it, that new contributor is me. 

My name is Eli Guzik. 

Before you get the wrong idea, I don't find my writing to be superior to other writing. I think my writing is shit too, which explains why I'm not keen on the idea of writing a little something every week and knowing other people will read it. It is often extremely difficult for me to share my thoughts and ideas to my peers in the form of writing. Writing has always been more of a private, intimate activity for me, so this will be an eye-opening and mind-widening experience for me. However, disregarding my fear of opening up to others and my shitty writing, I suppose I should let you know a little about who Eli Guzik is. 

I am a nineteen year-old, sophomore English Major (Writing Option), and I read and write voraciously. I have a flagrant disdain for grammatical errors of any sort. Seriously. I'm the guy who will get pissed off when I see something along the lines of, "Oh my God, your the best ever." If you didn't notice anything wrong with that, I hate you. That is fucking bullshit, and you are what is wrong with this world.

I am a full blown adrenaline junky. If it makes my heart beat faster, you can bet your ass I'll be diving right in, head first. Climbing big rocks with sweating palms and aching fingers and quivering legs, dropping into a wave on a thin piece of fiberglass with the lip curling over two feet over my head, boxing (or in my case, usually just getting punched in the face), leaping out into the unknown, blowing up household items, riding motorcycles, crashing motorcycles, driving cars, crashing cars...you know, those sorts of things. 

There's quite a bit more I should tell you, but I won't, because this shit has gone on long enough. Enjoy the blog.