20 Posts Tagged "twitterbots"

Kean University 2018, The Network

turning back time

Reflecting on this year’s #Netnarr class, I realized that our journey was very different than last year’s in a number of ways. Even though we participated in connected learning, used most of the same tools, and even revisited familiar faces in our studio visits, they were two separate experiences. If I had to describe last year’s class, it would be more “creative”— and by creative, I mean there were more chances for imagination, interpretation, and remix. We had opportunities to […]

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Kean University 2018, The Network

Bots & Whatnot~

Beep-Beep-Boo-Bot: Revisiting Bots So, at this point in my exploration of the digital humanities, I’m not unfamiliar with bots. In fact, I’ve written about them at length before. More, I’ve written about the ethics or lack thereof of bots here. This isn’t to say that I’ve, by any means, said all there is to say about bots, just that I have thought about them and their functions in detail before. And, more, as far as interacting with and creating bots, […]

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Kean University 2018, The Network

Reflections of Us

What the Professors did not know when they turned the whole world into a glass eye is what would reflect back. See, they made the eyes out of mirrored glass. Covered spires and lampposts, windows and concrete with tiny, shiny eyes–always watching, always showing. Without pupils or irises, they seem to follow you, act out your life in their little sclera screens for you. Beads of silver beneath moonlight–darkness the only safe place, now. Reflected back, we saw how small and easy we […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

a reflection & a thank you

I’ll be honest— when the class started and we learned that we were going to be “alchemists” learning “alchemy,” I think I was thrown for a loop. I’m all about creativity in the classroom, but I think the scientific nature of the theme scared and confused me— after all, the heck do I know about alchemy? Asides from Full Metal Alchemists (which, by the way, is full of incorrect alchemical concepts), I really did not know anything. How was I […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

You Kant Make Me Argue Ethics…

Do you have to make it entirely clear when an account is a bot? Is it misleading, or, more, deceptive to keep that information not secret, per say, but not readily available either? Like, what are the moral obligations of bot-creators? Are there any? Is there a kind of digital, moral imperative? Or, more simply, rules of conduct in online spaces that are true all of the time? (Or else how can they be moral imperatives?) These concerns and questions arose not while I […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Skin Girl

Drumbeat batters breeze bare-knuckled. Bloody, if it could. Tut-tut-tut transforms the atmosphere into something tormented. Tortured. Just a sliver shy of a scream. I sway to the sound, skin soaking in its scathe. Absorbing the maim and claim. The tug and tear. In the thick of the crowd, illuminated by a mix of fire and faint moonlight, a figure fights the drum’s beating. Twists sharp turns to thwart possession. To prevail. A losing game. Once lured in, that’s it. Other figures clap, […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Ghost Girl

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. ~ Edgar Allen Poe Mama went in her sleep. How she wanted. How she dreamed. Death is an illusion. An imagined end. Mama rasped toward her own foreseeable ending, breaths short and shallow. We don’t live here. We live inside. When you dream, my little ghost, look for me. I will be there. So I did. When Mama moved on from here, I searched–inside. Reached into the recesses. Haunted […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Living Dead Girl IV

Part I, Part II, Part III, I’ve become accustomed to being watched. Hollow, sightless eyes boring into me from beyond. Gaping gazes trying to swallow me up, their seeking ravenous for every last scrap. For anything that could fill the empty spaces. Make them a little less like windows without torches. It’s ever-night where they are. Nana said one evening while I was studying the intricacies of incantation intonation at the table, her knobby knuckles knocking a suspiciously rhythmic beat against the window’s wooden […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

please welcome to the stage… THE LADY REE POSING!

It’s nice to be able to have a moment of fresh air, where we step out of the lab, away from all the potion fumes and mountains of spellbooks, so that we can enjoy a metaphorical cigarette break. We get to reflect on our journey so far in our alchemical pursuits for Networked Narratives, and I think it’s been a rather interesting adventure. I don’t think I, or anyone in the class, for that matter, was really expecting anything that […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Dream Girl

“Let’s go to our happy place.” Mommy would say when Daddy’s voice began to hit a certain octave–somewhere between a beastly bellow and a rumbling growl. It bounced off bone. Broke bone–when a slur accompanied it. Sometimes when it didn’t. Mommy told the nurses I was clumsy–a topsy, turvy tot falling head over teapot. Lost in my own little dream land. The nurses never looked as convinced as Mommy did. Hospitals were frequent but transient haunts, us hollow-eyed phantasms in advance mourning for […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Living Dead Girl III

Part I, Part II Deadwood’s sole flower shoppe used to be Moses’ Roses–the liveliest place in town. Then, Moses Redding passed away. Peacefully in the night. I know because he came to our window, hollow-eyed and with a red, red bloom in hand. Nana put it in a vase on her nightstand, beside her citronella candle. It wilted by morning. Cerese Redding, Moses’ wife…widow, came around next, a similar bloom–only slightly wilting–woven into her graying hair. She approached Nana and me in the grocery store, […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Week 3: Another Weekly Excursion

I’m redoing my week 3 blog post on account of it somehow being erased from my account. Well, as we’re delving further into the semester I can say that I am honestly surprised at what the topics of our lessons and discussions have been up to this point. Using twitter for the purpose of digital daily alchemies is not what I expected to be a part of my current college experience this semester. The same goes for writing blogs on […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Picture This!

STORYTIME The first and most prevalent aspect of this week’s blog post is the five card flickr story assignment. My most visceral reaction to this assignment was that of frustration. I had major writer’s block, and I could not drum up anything in my mind. I probably stared at the five photos that I chose for an hour trying to come up with something. There were bits of thoughts, coupled with pending images and metaphors floating around in my brain, but […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

Treading Uncharted Waters

Week Three... Whew! Lots of deep breaths have been taken and coffee consumed. I am stuck somewhere between having too much fun in this course and feeling like I am not doing enough work. I find myself checking and rechecking the #netnarr homepage and the (orange) Course Announcements link to make sure that I am doing everything that I am supposed to be doing in class. The activities are so exciting and they are a welcomed use of the other side of […]

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Kean University 2017, The Network

generative magic

It’s a personal philosophy of mine that art, especially poetry, can be found in everything around us – as long as we have the right lenses on, an imaginative, rose-colored pair, I think there is literary value in even the most natural, unintentional things. With that being said, the Five Card Flickr activity speaks to that idea, I think. We were allowed to choose five random images and create a poetic connection between all of them. The process of thinking […]

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