Friday, April 29, 2011

I Love Books!

This is my final entry for my Digital Storytelling course. I wrote a short essay on what it is about books that I love. I first tried using ImageLoop, a slideshow tool, to try something slightly different. I just wanted to create a slideshow with captions, but it doesn't have that capacity. Therefore, I decided to use Voicethread again to see if I would do better with the phone recording this time. http://voicethread.com/share/1993138/  




Here is the short essay:
I love books! I love the smell of them when they are new and smell of ink. I love their smell when they are old and smell of libraries. I love the feel of their smooth pages. And I love the feel of their rough spines. I love their ability to transport readers to other places and times. I love their capacity to let us live many lives at once. Most of all, I love their redemptive power to free us from prisons that are often not physical.

I like that I didn't include the captions along with the phone voice recording this time around. I think it's because I wasn't in a panic about losing my creation! I think Voicethread is a great storytelling tool. If someone as technologically challenged as I can use it, so can you!

If I Were 10 Years Old Again


This new Digital Story was created using Voicethread:
http://voicethread.com/share/1989878/


If I were ten years old again, the first thing I would do is get my Hula hoop with the sparkly balls inside and join Lily across the street to see the colors fly!
Then, I would run one of the many races around our combined backyards, listening to that crinkly sound of the Australian pine needles beneath my skinny, long legs, and feeling the wind whipping up my ponytail like a mad windsock.

Next, I would climb the Gumbo Limbo tree near the park, even though Dad would have to get me down later, because it was the very best Pirate’s view.   

I’d draw my masterpieces in bright chalk on the sidewalk as the sun was starting to set.
And finally, I would lie on the wooden dock and feel the sun on the wide planks and stare out at every ripple on the bay and I’d point out all the animal shapes in the clouds without worrying that I should be doing something useful with my time.

And I’d do that until Mom finally called me in, signaling the end of a perfect day.

When I initially considered what I would write for this project, I thought of wanting something magical such as having the ability to fly. Then I fantasized about doing something creative and liberating such as being a ballerina and leaping and twirling with seemingly effortless grace.  Even though they were both refreshingly liberating daydreams, I realized that what I most wanted was to be a kid again back in South Beach before it became South Beach.  It made me so happy to remember all the things that I used to do and would love to do again. No one would question a kid with her legs up in the air staring at the clouds, but they would certainly think a grown woman addled for doing the same. It was very revealing, almost therapeutic!
Although I did this project as one of my assignments I kept envisioning my brothers as the audience and their enjoyment when recalling our adventures. I wanted to evoke unmitigated freedom and its resulting joy.

Uploading the images was very easy, as was writing in the captions, but the voice-over with the phone threw me off completely because the recording kept saying it couldn’t hear me. I ended up including captions along with the recording, which makes it slow-going.
With Voicethread I learned a method of showing a slide presentation while reading the story, which is great for Digital Storytelling. I do want to get a mic for my computer though, and do another one to share with my family and friends.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

House Whispers

This Digital Storytelling project was done using Twitter. Here is the URL to see it on Twitter: http://twitter.com/LeonoraAP.
We had to write 3 Tweets about a story we were considering with each Tweet only allowing for 140 characters  (including spaces). After much struggle I was able to condense my story's opening sentences to the following:

She could hardly believe she had acquired the beautiful old place so easily, almost as if it was meant to be.  Faint whispers startled her…

They were coming from the back room and as she approached there was a rush of footsteps and the rustling of heavy drapes. “Who is in there?”

Turning the knob she encountered a bare room. Where were the noises coming from? Abruptly, her phone’s ringtone broke the sudden silence.

“Hello”, the prior owner’s voice shook slightly, “I wanted you to have the house, but there are some things about it that you should know…"
In doing this project I learned to be more succinct with my writing, something I don't often accomplish. It was interesting seeing what all the hoopla was about with Twitter.  Much of a story depends on the words that are chosen and the interplay of language, so as a medium for storytelling I found it to be frustratingly limiting, except for Haiku perhaps. I think it is a viable tool for business as I discovered much to my chagrin from all the updates I received on various institutions I chose to "follow".

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Old Newspapers

Box of newspapers from WWII

I was given a box of newspapers dating from WWII, which I tried donating to a local museum for preservation purposes. However, they told  me that newsprint was never conserved because the low quality of the paper made it unsuitable. I have held on to them ever since, unable to bear discarding part of history, especially someone's history, someone who held on to it for so long. We have been asked to write a story on some artifacts we treasure for my Digital Storytelling course and I did the project using One True Media, which can be seen at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLaPmPrFFmI&feature=channel_video_title
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Here is the story I imagined for my box of newspapers.

The cottage sits serenely on a short, quiet street that is part of a small historical section of South Miami inhabited by other cottages and bordered by a winding canal. Its owner had passed away and her children settled the estate quickly, selling off the property and taking everything with them. Everything that is, but a box of frail, yellow newspapers neatly tucked into a box in the attic of the old house.

The newspapers, which the previous owner of the cottage had lovingly kept all these years form a chronicle with the front page of “The Miami Herald” or the now defunct “Miami News” of the milestones of WW II.

December 8, 1941, Japan Wars on US: Planes Bomb

January 2, 1943, War Time Orange Bowl features Miami’s beloved Orange Bowl Stadium, unceremoniously torn down in 2008, paying homage to our soldiers. An article tucked neatly away inside declares, Miamians Toe Behavior Line on New Year’s Eve – it was always a raucous place.

December 6, 1943, the famous picture of FDR, Churchill and Stalin at the Tehran Conference.

 July 26, 1943, Mussolini Ousted and the reporter speculated where Mussolini would go into hiding and if the Germans would indeed try and rescue him.

December 6, 1944, Invasion Launched with D-Day photos amazingly similar to scenes from Saving Private Ryan

April 15, 1945, Death of President Franklyn Delano Roosevelt

I could see her poring over every inch of information she could gleam from the reports of a world that had surely gone mad. Not knowing the outcome of the war she saved the papers to analyze them in the aftermath. It wouldn’t do to think too much about it while it was happening;  just go to work on the war effort as women were doing for the first time in droves, stay informed and keep going. That way the fear that her husband wouldn’t return and that everything that was good and decent in the world might be wiped out by a madman couldn’t paralyze her.

May 8th, 1945, VE Decree Due Today reads the final headline. It was the formal surrender of the Nazis and the end of her long ordeal. Her husband did return and the world righted itself as the ordinary pursuits of everyday life took their rightful preeminence. There was not a single paper that she held on to so tenaciously after that date.

The museum won’t take her newspapers because newsprint can’t be stabilized and wasn’t meant to last anyhow. I try not to handle them too much and to keep them as dry as possible in a humid climate such as ours. Even though the papers crumble a little more each day,  I hold on to them, lest all they represented to her be disregarded and thrown out.

One True Media was  easy to use, mixing my images with the recording of my voice telling the story, with a short video clip and then posting it to YouTube. The only challenging aspect was that I used my Apple I-phone to do all of the above and my PC uses another format so I solved it by borrowing a friend's  Apple laptop and submitting it to One True Media from there.