Psychogoeography Again

I understood liminal space as the in-between of two sections. I photographed the center. The center is always noticed in a photo, it's the focal point. The center is usually the in-between of the area. I've never noticed how much I'm pushing myself in the center to be stuck in the middle of back and forward. The middle is simply the barricade of left and right/up and down. The barricade, which is the liminal space, creates boundaries that shows off the space, the "in-between-ness", that has been created.

-ashleycoppolino

Spy No More

The spy game was a lot of fun, I'm not going to lie. It's that type of fun like when you're at the top of a roller coaster and you're about to fall. It's the thrill that kept people interested. The not knowing if you're going to die before you kill someone else and the adventure you had.

But it got to a point where the game lost control. It was no longer a game, it was becoming a part of my life. I'd snoop around during school to gather information, and I wouldn't let go of my bag or take notes from anyone. All the people I trusted suddenly became strangers that I'd distant myself from.

Everything started to get in my head. I would get stressed out on how to kill and how to recruit. I found out what I needed to know and used it against other people.

This wasn't the way I wanted to get to know people, or have them get to know me. I'm not the sneaky control freak that this game turned me into. The people I trusted made it seem so easy to lie. I was bugging out because everything I believed about people was proven wrong in a game. Honestly, I got to know people too well. When you meet someone, you're supposed to be introduced to the friendly front that the person puts on, and the friendship grows from there. This game has showed people at their worst; competitive, sneaky, unbelievable.

The game's been fun, truthfully. I just don't want to play it again right away.

I had a dream.

It's 9 pm. I just took that afternoon nap that has nicely fit its way in my schedule every day of the week. & I had a dream. No, not the kind that Martin Luther King, Jr. had, but just a dream. It was about all the evils of the world being lifted and put in my possession. I guess you could use the term "normally" loosely, but normally people have dreams involving good news or something scary like falling off a cliff, but having all the evils in the world handed to you is not your typical afternoon dream.

I don't know why I remember this dream so clearly. I remember the faces that handed me each bad problem, it was like it happened in real life. The people were so unexpected. I know I have seen them before, I had to. They were the people I felt bad for, like cancer victims, less fortunate people than me and others; they all came to me.

It's not like I go out looking for trouble every day. It pretty much knows my address. Having all these problems on me, people looking at me for the cure to cancer, the money to fund children's educations and a family looking for food.. it was overwhelming that it didn't feel like a dream.

Here I am, after my reviving nap on a comfy sofa with a fuzzy warm blanket, and I lay here without answers for anyone. I can't even help myself these days.

-ashleycoppolino

Psychogoeography

For my psycho-geography assignment, i decided to photograph the world we see from a different level. It's still the same surroundings, but from the floor. It's like a different perspective. This was interesting because we're used to looking down for the floor, but when I got down, you only had to look straight. From a different level & angle, your everyday life can look so different. Originally I wanted to pick something with photographing shoes, which now that I say it like that, sounds really stupid. But instead of photogr

aphing the shoes, I decided to be the shoes. We walk in them everyday, it's how we get around. Everyone has a different story that we're able to show, but our shoes simply go where th

ey are told and I wanted to experience being that low for a little bit.

i spy/i know

The spy game that we've been playing was so much fun. It's very new, so it was confusing at first. Somewhere along the road this could be a really well played game.

I guess this spy game is like life. If you know too much that you shouldn't, you'll be called out on it. The game of spies didn't always seem fair, like when one team was assembled and other agents were behind.. but not everyone does every move together.

On the topic of The Prisoner... I'm not completely won over like most of the class is. We saw two episodes? Patrick McGoohan is very suave when he says his small comment and it just seems so right. He believes these people that interact with him so quickly, which is weird because I never thought people in a government job trusted others so easily.

It's weird how much I didn't know this time last year. Like when the new STACies did The Machine, that was me last year. Not that anyone did it wrong, but it was weird how everyone lined up but all the other STACies created levels and depth.. It was interesting to see. I'm pretty sure this time last year I was thinking how to be original, which I sometimes still do, but I'm so much happier without thinking about it. This time last year, I feel like I was so 'blah'. I was going through my 365 because I thought my life was boring, but I think in the course of when i started it, I began doing other things and hanging out with different people. I like where I'm heading, finally.

That's it for this post.

-ashleycoppolino

New School Year/Big Blob

What'd I do over the summer? I remember the last day of school like it was yesterday. I remember saying that I wanted to clean my room and organize my computer plus a bunch of other things I wanted to do but never did. The only reason I know the summer went by as it did is because I have a 365 to look back on every day (www.flickr.com/heyitsashleyy). Anywho, the year is here and it's not stopping... until 2012, maybe. :)

The blob? I'm confused. I get that it's supposed to be a monster and you don't want to interact with the blob, but where do you go if you do interact with it? How did the main character get to where he is? Why can't he leave? And what's with the paranoia?

It reminds me of Inception, the mixture of reality and a surreal world.

It also reminds a little bit of a film-ish thing I did with Kalli a few weeks ago. There was a monster involved where it chased the character around just like the one in "The Prisioner". Even though we didn't complete that film, we ended up doing another one which was fine.

Back on topic though.. I think I'd like the show more if I could answer the questions running through my head: "why do people want to know about him?" "why won't he tell people about himself?" "why did he resign from his career in politics?" "who is he?" "where is this village?" "why can't he leave the village!" "why are they constantly watching his moves, but no one else's?" "does anyone else want to leave? can they?"

If these questions could be answered, I'm sure the how would intrigue me more that it did.

I'm not saying I didn't like it, I'm just saying that I'm confused!