Thursday, March 6, 2008

Apples v. Oranges

I initially dreaded the idea of working with a small group in my Small Group Communications class. This is odd because I had chosen the class in the first place, but it just fit so damn well into my schedule and fulfilled so many requirements for my now questionable Communication Studies major.

But they turned out to be some cool guys. Our group project this half of the semester is to present a two sided argument in a twenty minute presentation, and come to a conclusion in the end. One group (the one with the loudly annoying pencil-bearded fruit) is doing the morality and safety of children on leashes, another is doing the ethics and legality of kicking drunken patrons out of bars.

Our presentation solves the long thought unsolvable battle:
Apples versus Oranges?

To say that this is a decision that can't be rhetorically or literally made is a coward's refuge, and I will not stand for it. They are being judged in four categories: Popularity/economics, Nutritional/health value, versatility, and cultural significance. Our final presentation is being presented very much like a political debate. We're playing the roles of four Fruit Advisory Board Members (the F.A.B. 4) split into two contentious teams, arguing our fruit's superiority to my computer, who speaks and plays the role of NASA's most powerful computer re purposed to evaluate produce, the FRUITITRON 9000.

It mostly started as a joke, but after hours upon hours of research and planning, it's become a serious subject among us. I've taken the orange side of the argument for the purpose of the presentation, and even now, while researching nutritional facts, I feel inclined to fudge the numbers in citrus' favor.

Though apples may have better antioxidant and fiber content, oranges contain more vitamins, namely C, the bombest of all vitamins.

Don't get me worked up now.

Also one of my group members looks uncannily like a young Jim Geary. More than Ben ever would.

More as this develops.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Gonna be a time

Being presented with a choice of five different kinds of coffee at the West Bank pseudo-convenience store, I steered away from the Hazelnut Blend for the coffee with the neon green and orange container: Mega-Double Caffine Monster Blend. A drink sure to make you ill within seconds.

Now here I am, shaking more than usual dogblogosphering in Wilson Library, taking a break from altrenating between the history of punk (assholes and junkies famous for no reason) and catching up on the aspects of cinema (LIGHTING CAN BE VERY IMPORTANT IN THE CHARACTERIZATION OF CHARACTERS). The-fuck.

My portion of our publication will be about the strange physical features that attract me to odd women (Weirdies). I may have to alter names, because I'm not sure they liked being called weirdies in the first place.

Or birds.
Or round cartoon characters.
Or polished consumer electronics.

We'll see.