T.A.
I am going to go through a previously written article and edit it with the new skills that have been taught in class.
After a tiring journey he tastes the fruit. It is the most desirable and delicious fruit he has ever tasted. It fills his body with a warmth, and then a joy, that seems to start from the center of his core and expands outwards. The toll the journey took on the traveler simply increases the value of the prize; the sacrifice bestows its rewards; his joy exceeds that of his pain. But something glimmers and shines out of the corner of his eyes. At first, only faintly does he see it. He turns to get a better look. In awe, his mouth drops open as his eyes climb the extravagant walls of this great edifice. The spires stand tall and majestic. It looks as if it were a palace, placed on the highest point of the world. The people inside are reveling in their own greatness. It all seems so pleasurable, seductive, attractive, and exciting. The joy of the fruit quickly fades away from his memory. Yet, something inside of him warns against this place. The voice pierces quietly, and feels so calming that he begins to turn away from the building. Then another, much louder, sound breaks the silence. The noise blares from the building. He looks and sees that the whole multitude has all turned and stands looking down at him, pointing at him, and mocking him. He was completely alone and weak. Never had he felt so embarrassed or ashamed. He wanted to hide. The fruit slips from his fingers. His desire to belong, to be with the throng of scoffers is unbearable. Passion and lust finally take the reigns to the coach of his consciousness. He tramples over the fruit as he races after Satan’s deceitfully decorated dungeon where he will stay the rest of his days as a prisoner bound by unbreakable chains of despair and pain. Who is this man? No, not me. Never!
Monday, October 29, 2007
free write
Free Write
Time passes. Spiritual strides seem to have been made. I am King of the whole Nation. A Righteous Kingdom, a Righteous King. The Lord has prospered my hand. He has enlightened my mind. My influence is great over all the land. On the Balcony, I take a moment to soak it all in under the stars. It's a warm night. I notice that no one is around, yet I hear water splashing. My ears lead my eyes to the source of the noise. A woman bathing. I look. The look leads to lust, the lust leads to darker paths. Blood is spilt, and in a moment that seems all to fast, I am alone. All is lost. I wake up in a cold sweat and see myself back in Provo. No, it wasn’t me, it was only a nightmare. But the memory, the dream, was so real. I shutter one last time before snapping fully back into reality. The scripture comes to mind, “awake my soul, no longer droop in sin, rejoice oh my heart, and give place no more to the enemy of my soul.” Nephi knew something that allowed him to wake up before the nightmare became a reality. The shadows of a setting sun dim on David’s eyes while hope appears to dawn upon Nephi and bring light into his face. The more I think about this concept of “change”, the more apparent it is that perspective on our potential is the power to our progress.
Time passes. Spiritual strides seem to have been made. I am King of the whole Nation. A Righteous Kingdom, a Righteous King. The Lord has prospered my hand. He has enlightened my mind. My influence is great over all the land. On the Balcony, I take a moment to soak it all in under the stars. It's a warm night. I notice that no one is around, yet I hear water splashing. My ears lead my eyes to the source of the noise. A woman bathing. I look. The look leads to lust, the lust leads to darker paths. Blood is spilt, and in a moment that seems all to fast, I am alone. All is lost. I wake up in a cold sweat and see myself back in Provo. No, it wasn’t me, it was only a nightmare. But the memory, the dream, was so real. I shutter one last time before snapping fully back into reality. The scripture comes to mind, “awake my soul, no longer droop in sin, rejoice oh my heart, and give place no more to the enemy of my soul.” Nephi knew something that allowed him to wake up before the nightmare became a reality. The shadows of a setting sun dim on David’s eyes while hope appears to dawn upon Nephi and bring light into his face. The more I think about this concept of “change”, the more apparent it is that perspective on our potential is the power to our progress.
Monday, October 22, 2007
T.A.
T.A.
I wan to practice recognizing types of styles for different types of audiences
Businessmen : I would want to write using more logical arguments rather than emotional. I would push numbers. They aren’t interested in the little things. If I wanted to push businessmen to protect our environment, I would have to do a really good job showing how it would really benefit them in the long run. I wouldn’t talk about a little squirrel that died because of toxic waste. I would also push a more formal voice.
Church members: I would use a lot of emotional arguments. I would boost credibility by quoting general authorities. I would use much more personal experience. I would probably even try to use the scriptures. I think I would still keep a formal voice, but probably a little less formal that a business audience.
Family members: I would probably go into a lot of personal experiences. I would use an informal voice. I could probably be more direct, because my family members trust me more than other audiences. I would play off emotional arguments the most, because I know what they are most sensitive to.
President of the United States: I would use a lot of Logos. I would build credibility by quoting from patriotic references: Former Presidents, The Constitution of independence, etc. I would also quote from others from their particular party. I think that I could use an array of logos, pathos, and ethos in these arguments.
I wan to practice recognizing types of styles for different types of audiences
Businessmen : I would want to write using more logical arguments rather than emotional. I would push numbers. They aren’t interested in the little things. If I wanted to push businessmen to protect our environment, I would have to do a really good job showing how it would really benefit them in the long run. I wouldn’t talk about a little squirrel that died because of toxic waste. I would also push a more formal voice.
Church members: I would use a lot of emotional arguments. I would boost credibility by quoting general authorities. I would use much more personal experience. I would probably even try to use the scriptures. I think I would still keep a formal voice, but probably a little less formal that a business audience.
Family members: I would probably go into a lot of personal experiences. I would use an informal voice. I could probably be more direct, because my family members trust me more than other audiences. I would play off emotional arguments the most, because I know what they are most sensitive to.
President of the United States: I would use a lot of Logos. I would build credibility by quoting from patriotic references: Former Presidents, The Constitution of independence, etc. I would also quote from others from their particular party. I think that I could use an array of logos, pathos, and ethos in these arguments.
R.A.
http://www.cartercenter.org/resources/images/peace/mainpic_peace.jpg
I will am going to do a rhetorical analysis on this image. This is obviously asking for peace as it’s message. The audience, well I think it has something to do with people in the Middle East. You see children, that look like they are from that area. One of the kids is wearing a Kippa, or a yamica. This makes me think that we are talking about the Palestinian/ Israeli conflict. The interesting thing is that the word “waging” has the more of a fight connotation rather than anything else. So saying “waging peace” is a powerful word choice. Also, the picture is of children, which does a lot rhetorically, shows how the wars are effecting the innocent. It is also showing real faces. Rather than showing a large mob it shows real people. They do this to make the people at conflict evaluate what they are really doing. The war isn’t about controversial issues, it’s about people. The children are also smiling. They says that they will be a lot happier if they promote peace. These children, which are innocent, are taking a stand. It is as if, even though they don’t have the wisdom that comes from experience, they can see clearly that it is important to just promote peace.
I will am going to do a rhetorical analysis on this image. This is obviously asking for peace as it’s message. The audience, well I think it has something to do with people in the Middle East. You see children, that look like they are from that area. One of the kids is wearing a Kippa, or a yamica. This makes me think that we are talking about the Palestinian/ Israeli conflict. The interesting thing is that the word “waging” has the more of a fight connotation rather than anything else. So saying “waging peace” is a powerful word choice. Also, the picture is of children, which does a lot rhetorically, shows how the wars are effecting the innocent. It is also showing real faces. Rather than showing a large mob it shows real people. They do this to make the people at conflict evaluate what they are really doing. The war isn’t about controversial issues, it’s about people. The children are also smiling. They says that they will be a lot happier if they promote peace. These children, which are innocent, are taking a stand. It is as if, even though they don’t have the wisdom that comes from experience, they can see clearly that it is important to just promote peace.
Free write
After a long journey he finally tastes the fruit. He feels the love of God. It is the most desirable and delicious fruit he has ever tasted. As he eats it, it fills his body with a warmth, and then a joy, that seems to start from the center of his core and expands outwards. The journey has been worth it, the sacrifice bestows its rewards. But something glimmers and shines out of the corner of his eyes. At first, only faintly does he see it. He turns to get a better look. In awe, his mouth drops open as his eyes climb the extravagant walls of this great edifice. The spires stand tall and majestic. It seems to be a palace placed on the highest point of the world. The people inside are reveling in their own greatness. It all seems so pleasurable, seductive, attractive, and exciting. The joy of the fruit quickly is forgotten. Something inside of him warns against this place. It is quiet, and so calming that he begins to turn away from the building. Then another, much louder, sound breaks the silence. It is coming from the building. He looks and sees that the whole multitude has all turned and is looking down at him, mocking him, pointing at him. He was completely alone and weak. Never had he felt so embarrassed. He wanted to hide. He was ashamed. He let the fruit slip from his fingers. His desire to belong, to be with the throng of scoffers is unbearable. He feels out of control. He tramples over the fruit as he lust after Satan’s deceitful, decorated dungeon where he will stay the rest of his days as a prisoner bound by unbreakable chains of despair and pain. Who is this man? No, not me. Never!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Tech. App.
I am practicing writing an introduction
He holds his briefcase like a worn out baseball glove. Same tie, same shirt, same everything. He goes to work for his last day, as if it was like any other day. Like clock work, he has raised his baby into a grown self sustaining business. He sits down at his desk and quickly starts the last of his projects. He has worked hard. He remembers the long nights he sat in this chair wishing he could be at his son's soccer game, but knowing that what he was doing was necissary for jonny's well being, he slaved away anyways. He had always provided for his family so well. The day ends. He looks back and says good bye as if the office were able to feel the loss of its Father, and 35 year companion. At home. He wakes up, puts a tie on and sits at the table. He waits. Where is everyone. "Hello?" No one answers. All alone he sits. He calls his family. They look at the caller ID. Its not coming up as "unknown". They let it ring. He calls again. They pick up, but it is too difficult to meet together. Their work wont let them get out to take a visit. Suddently, he wonders why he worked so hard to give them what they would end up spending in such a little time. He always thought he was such a good investor. He was wrong.
He holds his briefcase like a worn out baseball glove. Same tie, same shirt, same everything. He goes to work for his last day, as if it was like any other day. Like clock work, he has raised his baby into a grown self sustaining business. He sits down at his desk and quickly starts the last of his projects. He has worked hard. He remembers the long nights he sat in this chair wishing he could be at his son's soccer game, but knowing that what he was doing was necissary for jonny's well being, he slaved away anyways. He had always provided for his family so well. The day ends. He looks back and says good bye as if the office were able to feel the loss of its Father, and 35 year companion. At home. He wakes up, puts a tie on and sits at the table. He waits. Where is everyone. "Hello?" No one answers. All alone he sits. He calls his family. They look at the caller ID. Its not coming up as "unknown". They let it ring. He calls again. They pick up, but it is too difficult to meet together. Their work wont let them get out to take a visit. Suddently, he wonders why he worked so hard to give them what they would end up spending in such a little time. He always thought he was such a good investor. He was wrong.
R.A.
One of the most amazing speeches of our day, one of the most influential discourses in our country is Martin Luther King Jr.’s, “I Have a Dream Speech.” This speech is what I want to analyze for my rhetorical analysis. His audience, is the entire country. His WATCO is equality of all races, and religions, and peoples and the American country. His credit is that he is black, he is also a man of faith, as a Reverend in Christendom. His appeal to emotion was incredibly set by how he used such imagery and parallelism in his speech. He would say phrases over and over, such as, “100 years later,” “Now is the time,” “We can never be satisfied,” “Let freedom ring,” and of course, “ I have a dream.” He also uses power words, such as, Liberty, justice, brotherhood, etc, to propagate his message and strengthen his argument. He also uses imagery and alagories that carry emotion along with his message. He individualizes the message by talking about his own children being able to be judged by the content of their hearts rather than the color of their skin. He says that he wants a “Nigro in Mississippi” to be able to vote and a “Nigro in Alabama” to have something to vote for. He establishes logical arguments and authority by quoting the documents that Americans hold as most authoritative. He quotes the constitution of independence, he quotes our National anthem, and he quotes the emancipation proclamation. I love this speech!
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