This blog will follow students enrolled in Professor Taczak's WRIT 1133 Section 60 course (Spring 2013) in their efforts to develop an understanding of research and academic writing through the use of key terms and reflection and the development of their theory of writing.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Ben Brentin Collage
For this post, I decided to create a collage with visual representations of my changing identity as a writer and researcher, both over time in general and specific to each project I embark on. I start off naive, then have lofty ideas of where to take it, thinking I know everything. Then, when I realize I don't know everything, I become discouraged, humbled and, finally, angry with the project. Then, through instruction or time away from the project I am uplifted and inspired with a direction for the project and some creative way to take it. I become critical of my work (and that of others when researching) and reach the en of the project, enlightened about the subject matter ans about myself and what I am capable of.
Lewis the Fox
As I sit here, staring, think what to type,
I just don’t know what to write.
Write who you are, she said, as a writer.
As if I’m I'm a super hero,
and literature is my secret identity.
I just don't know what to say,
that I haven't said a million times before.
I feel like I'm trapped in a writing box,
unable to escape, unable to be free.
But it's time I realize that's not who I am. I am not in a box. I am myself, free to be whomever I want.
I can write however I want.
I'm not limited by what I'm assigned, but instead, what I can do with it.
- Lewis the Fox
I just don’t know what to write.
Write who you are, she said, as a writer.
As if I’m I'm a super hero,
and literature is my secret identity.
I just don't know what to say,
that I haven't said a million times before.
I feel like I'm trapped in a writing box,
unable to escape, unable to be free.
But it's time I realize that's not who I am. I am not in a box. I am myself, free to be whomever I want.
I can write however I want.
I can write over here if I want.
I can write in blue
I can write a line for the clever.
I can create extra wide text.
| I | C a n |
E v e n |
W r i t e |
V e r t i c a l l y |
I'm not limited by what I'm assigned, but instead, what I can do with it.
- Lewis the Fox
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
DJ Hughey- Another morning...
The birds chirped and the
forest animals began to rise, as the light pierced through the woods the man
rose to his feet feeling the earth between his toes. The man let out a sigh as
a large roar ripped through the sky, he knew what this morning would bring.
Leaning his head out his window he listened once more for the roar, waiting for
the sky to erupt with the beasts’ boom. In a sudden burst of noise, the roar
was heard once more. To the untrained ear, this roar sounded like nothing but
anger and hatred. But to the man, the roar spoke unto him its own language. He heard
the lows and high in such a pitch that he knew exactly what was heading his way,
a black dragon. A black dragon is no easy dragon to defeat, to defeat a black
dragon one would require a blade cast from a special metal. Furthermore the
blade would need to pierce the dragon’s heart perfectly in order to kill it.
This would be no easy morning for the man as he reached for his armor lying on
the table, no easy morning indeed.
The dragon flew about
scorching the earth below with his breath. Though the dragon roared and burned
everything in sight, the man put no haste in his step; he needed to make sure
he was sufficiently prepared for the fight that would take place. After putting
on his armor he immediately headed for the shed further outside, the shed was
lined wall to wall with weapons galore. Though there many weapons to choose
from, the man knew exactly what he needed to defeat the growing threat outside.
Reaching in he withdrew a small black dagger under a stack of books on poisons.
Though the dagger looked measly, he knew the powers and danger within. He
tightened his grip around the blade, he had only used this blade before, he
hoped it would still be of use to him. As he walked outside he whistled forth toward
the forest, immediately a horse burst forth from a tree standing eagerly at his
side.
Praying that his horse
would let him stand tall he mounted the horse and rode off toward the sounds of
the beast. Drawing near, armed only with his dagger he looked straight at the
beast, it called and roared waiting for a worthy opponent. One that would rise
to his challenge and fight to the death. The man looked only forward, his eyes
began to glow as his saw the beast land in front of him; it had been waiting
for him. Though he felt a small sense of fear at the beast in front of him, his
heart belted out his own roar of purpose waiting for the dragon to respond. The
dragon stood on his hind legs breathing fire into the sky, accepting the man’s
challenge. What commenced was a battle of metal and flame as the dragon
encircled the man constantly breathing waves of flames upon him. The man rode
around avoiding the flames at all costs; all he could do was thank the heavens
for having his horse at his side. All he had to do was wait for the dragon to
land once more, and then he could seize his chance.
Once the dragon gave up
on burning his opponent, he took a sharp dive jaws open wide going straight for
his target. The man immediately took his own dive as he dove to the ground
barely managing to roll under the sharp teeth of the dragon. Reaching forward
he hooked himself on the neck of the dragon with his free hand and held on
tight. The dragon immediately knew he had caught a hitchhiker as he felt a
sharp pain in his neck, looking back he saw the man holding onto his dagger as
it pierced his scales. Knowing he couldn’t attack from this angle he flew
straight for the remnants of an old volcano. However the man was no fool, he
knew the lava would have no effect on the dragon’s scales; he would only have a
few seconds before he would be melted by the lava. He began to crawl farther
down the dragon’s back hoping he could make it in time. As he felt the heat on
his back he knew they had made it to the volcano, improvising all he could do
was slash at the wing of the dragon. Skewing the dragon’s flight pattern the
dragon crashed into the fiery ash near the lava. The man felt himself burning
all over standing so close to the volcano’s heat, he was running out of time.
The dragon immediately
launched himself once more at his prey, jaws wide open as the fire built inside
his throat, the man felt his death swiftly approaching, but in a split second he
regained himself and dodged to the side barely avoiding the fiery breath.
Grabbing once more in his familiar spot he latch once more onto the beast, this
time on his under belly as the beast picked up once more. Before the beast a
second to retaliate once more, he immediately stabbed into the beast’s stomach.
Using it as a latch his crawled slowly up the dragon until he reached its
chest, feeling the life of the beast inches in front of him, the man drove his
small dagger as far into the beast as he could. The dragon’s eyes felt his life
fade looking under to see the man withdraw his dagger, dripping in a black
blood, his fate was sealed. Closing his eyes he slowly descended into the fast
approaching ground. Crashing on a nearby beach the man flew off the carcass
trying to stabilize his body. After he felt himself finally stop, he looked up
to see the dragon’s dead body lying in the sand. It was finished.
Dragging himself back to his
home, the sun graced him with its full presence. Not even mid-day and already a
dragon, the man laughed to himself. Sighing he stripped his armor and tossed it
once more on the table, the dagger he would have to put back later, after he
cleaned it of course. Sitting back down on his bed his body gave out all its
strength. Another day and he would be back out again, he could never saw no a
beasts roar. It gave his heart a leap of purpose and desire to roar back, he
could never turn away from a fight. But considering he had just nearly been
ripped and burnt on several occasions, he lied back in bed and thought to
himself “For another day perhaps…”
In case it wasn’t quite
clear, this is what I feel every time I must write a paper. A sense of fear and
purpose as I pick up my own small dagger and look at the beast before me, challenging
me to fight back, that is my theory of writing, the purpose to answer the roar.
Emily Krebs - final blog
Writing? Research? How's that, you say? Read along and be wowed; here's writing theory the KREBS way!
As a writer, I'm TESTY and refuse the restraints-- in topic and form. I don’t like to be confined or to stick to the norm.
Because of this, I often start out a little bit LOST. I draw things out and end up feeling rather tossed.
This usually causes some freaking-out and SECOND-GUESSING. It’s tricky and scary and often quite distressing.
But if I find something which really fuels my compassion, I HOLD ON for dear life, and work with great passion.
Digging up DIRT is my favorite profession, especially when it’s piled on a common misconception. (Hegemonic ideals, you see, are my #1 rejections!)
PERSPECTIVE is everything; I’m not afraid to get crazy. Besides, if you look at things in the common way, it’s not exciting-- simply lazy!
But before I go nuts and my brain spews oddly, I must always remember: “Stay FOCUSED”-- I tend to think rather broadly!
After all, I like my research to be STRIKING. I aim to snag my audience and leave their minds and hearts spiking.
When all that is done, I work on my style. Even I’m tired (and have been for a while!), I always make sure to go the EXTRA MILE.
So there you have it: writing and research on file. Now, once again, here's my Theory of Writing: Dr. Seuss style!
You have brains in your head; there is nothing to dread.
Write what you write and your thoughts won't be dead.
The words must be heard; do not be deterred.
This world is too comfy; it needs to be stirred.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Guidelines for Reflection over Composition in a New Genre
Please do not respond back to this post--you need to email me your reflection by our final class, which is Wednesday, May 29, 2013.
Respond to the following questions based on your project. You need to answer in complete sentences using specific language--so, don't say something like "this is the best project I have ever done because I XXX." This tells me nothing. Be specific. Each question should have two-five sentences in response.
1. Believe this is the best project you have ever completed. Tell me why.
2. Doubt this project is any good at all. Tell me why.
3. Predict my response to your project.
4. Agree or disagree with your sense of my response to this project.
And last, discuss your overall reaction to working within a group. How did your group work together? Was there an overall leader or did you work more fluidity together? This is the time to be very honest, so that I know how the group functioned together.
The Making of a Researcher
Throughout the past quarter, you have been discussing the process of writing and researching. For this last blog post, I want you to discuss who you believe you are as a writer and researcher: in other words, what's your writerly identity? What's your identity as a researcher? How do these identities connect together?
To do this I want you to have a little fun, so I'm not looking for you to do a traditional 300-500 word response. What I want is you to think about how you could represent the characteristics that define you as a writer/researcher that you have developed and honed this quarter (and those that you came in with).
Some suggestions for ways to create this:
*A job wanted ad or a personal
*A poem
*Through a series of images
*an obit
*a short short (short fiction piece)
*a song
The possibilities with responding are very open. You can respond back to this post OR you can create a new post.
This should be as long as it needs to be to get your point across. I should see elements of you----so I should be able to get a sense of who wrote what without even looking at the author's name.
Due by class time on Wednesday, May 29, 2013.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Composition in a New Genre: Plan of Attack
For this blog post, you and your group are going to brainstorm for your project. Think about what type of genre switch you want to make; what type of audience you want to direct your project towards; what will be each group members role within the project; and what will you bring to work on in class on Monday. In other words, you want to decide on your plan of attack for organizing and completing this project. You need to provide an overview of project expectations (as established by the group), project specifics (genre, audience, rhetorical situation), and calendar of events (how/when the work will occur).
Outline of Due Dates:
Monday, May 20th: In-Class Work Day
Wednesday, May 22nd: Draft Due to Workshop
Monday, May 27th: Memorial Day
Wednesday, May 29th: (last day of class!) Project Due with 3-5 min presentation
Monday, May 13, 2013
Reflection
After reading Belanoff's piece on reflection, please respond to the following questions:
(2) How can you apply Belanoff's theory to your writing practices?
(3) More generally, where does reflection/reflective practice fall within your own writing process(es)?
(4) Why might reflection be an important part of writing practices and writing process(es)?
Use Belanoff to ground your thinking pulling out specific quotes and details from her text.
Respond to your peers. 300 words or so.
Due: Monday, May 20, 2013.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Simply Meet the Press
In the "Beltway Blog", there is an interesting dialogue about "old media" and "new media." Using Jenkins, Johnson, and any other readings you feel helps you relate to this, I want you to "meet the press" and create a case for old media, new media, or both. Your response should take whatever form you feel allows you to step up and meet the press. It should NOT simply be a response--you can take a side to speak from (the press or the public) and create a voice based on that side. In other words, this shouldn't read like a normal blog response. It should have a clear, distinct voice, and it should sound like you are, in fact, "meeting the press."
What I'm looking for is for you to create an INFORMED case speaking from the voice of either the press or the public. This means evidence, evidence, evidence, and I want you using the readings from class. Per normal you should be responding to your peers as well.
**If you don't know what "meet the press" means...you didn't critically read the Beltway blog. =)
250-400 words.
Due: Monday, May 13 , 2013 by class time.
From the Lit Review to the Essay
The move from your lit review to your first draft may seem challenging because there is not much cross-over between the two, and you want to make sure you aren't merely lifting chunks of your lit review into your draft.
I want you to begin to explore the differences using your own research as guidance. What are some central claims you believe you will make in your essay (in other words, what do you believe you'll be adding to the existing conversation)? How do these claims differ from your lit review? What are things you need to anticipate for your audience? What are things you'll need to include so that it's obvious who your intended audience will be? Last, what are some things you, as the researcher and the writer, need to keep in mind as you begin to start drafting your essay?
Shoot for 150-250 words.
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