Reaction to Week 9

I feel as though some interactive fiction/video games can be considered literature.  Most video games in today’s society involve violence and drugs and are rarely put into nice light. Obesity rates have soared over the past couple of years and a lot of blame has been put on the television, mainly video games. Violence and aggression has risen in children who play video games more than other, as well.  So the idea of video games being considered, “interactive fiction” is a bit of a stretch.  I do feel as though, Zork, one of this week’s readings could be categorized as a video game that involved interactive fiction.

 

As the player/reader starts, they are first tested in the department of patience. Trying to figure out how to successfully play the game is half the game. The user inputs commands for their character to do. Unlike many video games this one does not contain images or pictures to help the user follow, this is strictly reading is logical thinking, which unlike books, stimulates the brain in many ways.  There are different levels as you make your way through the game, different objects to pocket and many Easter eggs to be found.

 

I surprisingly enjoyed Zork, compared to other interactive fiction we have looked at in class. Though I was frustrated more than satisfied throughout the game, I feel as though it was an interesting story, with many different paths to be taken. It is nearly impossible to play the same game twice, which is an advantage over your ordinary book. If more video games were presented in a way that Zork is, I feel that video games wouldn’t be held in the light that they are. Overall, interactive fiction/video games can be resourceful if composed and used the right way.

A Day In The Life Of A UPJ Student

Every student that attends the University of Pittsburgh at Johnstown understands the pain and suffering that occurs while standing in line waiting for Subway while Fran is working the middle, condiments, section of the counter.

It’s dinner time, I leave Blackington and head to the Student Union. Which means it is time to make the dreaded decision to eat either in the Cafeteria or in the Tuck shop. As I walk up the stairs my body immediately heads for the Tuck shop. As I walk in I am faced with a few more obstacles, one being, now that I have decided to eat here, what I am going to eat. To my right I see the Pizza Hut sign glowing, which might as well read Freshmen 15 across; I look further and see the Salsa Rico sign. Not a bad choice but I hate playing the game, how much Mexican can you eat in one week? As I continue to move forward I begin to see the line of all lines. I look to my right and contemplate ordering Grill 155, but decide that paying $10 for chicken tenders and fries is a little out of hand. Deciding not to order from Grill 155, I immediately and without even knowing so, I enter the Subway line.

As I subconsciously enter the line, I immediately look down at my watch, it is 5 o’clock on a Wednesday night, which basically means if I get my hoagies before I graduate I’ll be lucky. I’m the 9^th person waiting in line, Fran is working, I won’t be getting anywhere fast. As I stand there I wish I had brought my phone, just something to look at so I’m not standing awkwardly alone looking like the most miserable human on the planet. While I stand and wait I begin to take in the noises, smells and sounds happening around me. It quite apparent that the kid in front of me was at the gym prior to entering the Tuck, he has music blasting in his ears and smells awful. Then again, maybe he wasn't at the gym, I can only hope so. 

As I glance back at the child standing behind me, he has on your typical UPJ t-shirt, a lanyard around his neck and I smile on his face that says “Hi, I’m a freshmen, I have no idea how long this line is actually going to be.” Oh, the naïve bliss of being a freshmen.  We slowly begin to inch up the line.

Standing in any type of line alone at school is a suicide mission. You are bound to see anyone and everyone you know while you stand there awaiting your 12 inches of cheap lunch meat and cheese, it can become quite embarrassing.  As you peer around you spy the girl who threw up in the middle of the party last weekend, the kid who works at the gym and the boy you drunk texted over the weekend. The joys of going to a small school are endless.

With one person standing between me and counter, 20 minutes later, now becomes the time to start making some decisions. As I get to the front of the line, I immediately shout out my order. As I continue through, my sandwich gets put into the toaster which counts down from 10 seconds. I stand patiently waiting and waiting for what seems like an eternity. Finally my sandwich is put into the hands of Fran, the icon of UPJ’s Subway line. Who is Fran and how did she get here, are questions I have weekly.

"One line or two?"
Fran is asking how much dressing I want, option A. never enough or option B. my sandwich becomes a hoagie filled with soup.

Most days I shake my head as I grab my sandwich off her and continue my way out of the tuck after paying. Though the school's Subway system will never be flawless, I ask myself daily why I even have a meal plan, but doesn't everybody?

One of the perks of going to small school is that most people know each other and most of us go through certain UPJ "traditions" or "rituals". Whether it is spending the night at Blackington because you should have majored in Procrastination instead of Engineering, spending the day in Blackington because we are all to lazy to buy a printer of our own, hoping that we don't use all 1,000 sheets of paper the first month of school, waiting for years to receive any kind of food from the tuck or even laughing at the kids riding the Mountain Cat, when you know you did the same exact thing 3 years prior, that is what all unifies us. Going through common traditions is what makes us UPJ students, a campus and the student body. As freshmen we complained, as sophomores we complained, as juniors we complained and now, that we, the four senior authors of this essay, are seniors about to graduate in December and April, it is no longer annoying to us. These traditions and memories, are what have made us ready for the real world. 

Week Seven

I personally did not enjoy any of the readings this week. They all do technically fall under the category of Digital Humanities though. All of the readings, focusing solely on Young-Hae Chang Heavy Industries, involve a lot of noise and movement, which stimulates the reader in a way that plain text cannot.  The reason I want to focus on Young-Hae Chang Heavy Industries is because I found it to be the most difficult to read, which made it more interesting. Along with having background sound and flashing words, as the other stories/poems do, it also involved colors. Aesthetics is a huge part of the human brain and the way we perceive things. Children’s’ books involve pictures and colors because the brain favors those things, especially in a child. Plain text rarely involves colors which mean that it is automatically less appealing than something that does. Though, as I stated earlier, I did not really enjoy any of these digital readings, I do feel that future writing can be improved if they follow the footsteps of Young-Hae Chang , solely for the use of flashing colors.

 

The flashing colors were very distracting, which made focusing on the words a challenge, that some probably enjoy. In the future, if the colors weren’t so flashy and obnoxious, I think that they could be used to aesthetically please the reader during their experience. Overall, I found this week’s pieces to be very overwhelming and feel as though they pull away from the art of writing.

Google Map: How Do You Define A Home

How would you define a home? A place you live? Where your family is at? How about, where you feel at peace? Is it where you were born at? Where you spend over half of the year at? The definition changes person to person.  The spring of 2013 through the spring of 2014 was an exceptional 12 months of my life; I did more traveling and exploring than I ever had before. I saw new places and new countries that I had never known existed.  At the end of the year I began to question where I actually consider my home to be.  

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