So many many many many things.

I'm not complaining, I promise.

There's just so many things to do! Study for this, study for that, apologize for that, photos for her, meeting to discuss that, send this to them, print that thing, make these better... get my point?

Don't get me wrong, really. I love being busy. I love that feeling of accomplishment, like when you can look at what you've done in a final piece instead of it being scattered. I honestly like the constant flow of having something to do. Key word is flow, not all at one moment. I have so many things to do, which is why I'm venting to you Bloggers.

But any who, the trip! I'm so mad I missed it! It sounds like you all had a lot of fun.. Hopefully we'll go back! But I'm not going to lie to you all, I had a blast even though I missed the trip.

here I am,

-ashleycoppolino

To Be Honest / Be Kind Rewind

To be honest, I do not like The Prisoner. I don't know, there's something lacking, the thing that intrigues me. No one take offense, but it's boring to me. It's constant episodes of someone not being able to complete what he wants. I blame modern TV for making me not enjoy The Prisoner. Modern television 99% of the time gives the audience the information they want to know right away, so I feel like I have become greedy with wanting to know everything about the show. But the problem is that all the information isn't given, it's left to be figured out, which is good, but I just can't stand it.

Be Kind Rewind! They're always fun. They never come out perfect, or the way you see it in your head, but like I said, they're always fun. My group's movie went first. It was about four teens who discussed "If I Ever.." and they answered the question with the personal answer. Our movie was laughed at, which is understandable, but since we had limited time, we rushed the concept which was supposed to be a serious drama. Even though I did Be Kind Rewind last year, I still miss the editing factor. If this movie was edited with the flashback effects, the re-takes and music, it would probably be understood more clearly. It was fun to do this with all newbies too. It was so funny when everyone got excited about filming and running around the school; it was like five kids in a candy shop. Even though filming was a last year thing, it should be a thing for this year too. It's fun but full of experience.

-ashleycoppolino

10/1/10 (First Field Trip For STAC 2010-2011)

There were too many good parts of this trip to mention them all.

Although, I do have a favorite part.

MoMA was having this event where you get the option to scream at the top of your lungs into a microphone. Probably not my favorite thing to do. My heart was racing, as if I was going to do something wrong even though the guard said that's what the microphone was there for. I didn't want to do it. I went up to the microphone, but chickened out (see first photo - totally candid!). But then I got up there, in front of the microphone and screamed at the top of my lungs. To this day, that was the best feeling in the world. It was a large empty space with a microphone and two speakers waiting for people to scream. It was moment changing. (see second photo - screaming super high pitched and loud!)

In the few seconds that I screamed, I felt like no one heard me. I closed my eyes and let out what I held inside for so long. And when I walked away from that microphone, I wanted everyone do scream. I wanted everyone to feel the feeling I felt. It was like my whole body rewinded and restarted. It was so amazing. My lungs felt clear where I could say anything.

After that, I just kept singing words to songs all around New York City. Once again, it didn't feel like anyone heard me. It was like I was singing to myself out loud. But I had a group-Star Fuckers (OOF!) (see photo 3!)- that was there to back me up and support me.

By far, the best trip yet.

-ashleycoppolino

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.