30: “It’s the End of the Year As We Know It…”

I really hope you got that reference… XD As my final project for Honors English II was all about music, I figured it would be appropriate to reference a song as my title. Besides, it is nearly the end of the semester (at least for me) and I CANNOT WAIT! XD Although really, my semester hasn’t been that bad. I liked all of my classes and nearly all my teachers, I like AUM, I actually enjoy taking tests (although the stress is a little annoying), and my saying “yeah the semester’s almost over woot woot I can’t wait for summer” is just me being my normal complaining self and also succumbing to the stereotype of the college student who can’t wait for school to be over. XD I can find something happy about basically everything that happens to me. For instance, school was wonderful. Finals are wonderful (mostly because they’ll be over soon). I have a concert on Thursday, and while I do need to work for it and I don’t particularly enjoy practicing, it’ll be a lot of fun, especially since I love the space I’m going to be playing in, people I know will hopefully be there, I’m getting paid, and it will mark the end of my first year of college. Then starting that afternoon, we start packing to move, which hasn’t happened in 4 and a half years: the longest time that any member of my family (that is: me, my brother, and my mom) has been in the same house. We’re all getting a little restless… I really love moving, and while obviously that’ll be a whole ‘nother kind of stressful, it’s also going to be fun to move to a new house, a new city, and a new school. But I digress. Back to my main point: I’M NEARLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve finished my final project, which will be up and edited by tomorrow morning (well actually it’s up now, just in the ‘pending’ stage until I edit it), and after I finish this blog post I only have a half-page summary about my final project to write, and then I’m completely done with writing for the year!!! There’s obviously my English final tomorrow morning, but that’s just examining everyone else’s projects, explaining my own, and eating some lovely breakfast in our classroom. Not bad, all things considered. XD So to wrap up quickly before my head explodes and I go even further off topic, this is the last post I’ll write that’s an assignment for my Honors English Composition sequence at Auburn University Montgomery (*sniff* *sniff*), please check out my Final Project page under the “Honors Comp II” tab once I get it up there, be sure to look at my Padlet page for my final at padlet.com/wall/bluewaterbookworm, and enjoy whatever it is you’ll be doing this week!!

I’ll talk to you again in the near future!!!

Read on!! <3

28: More Hank Williams

So, here, as promised, is the follow-up to my last post on Hank Williams! This will be my attempted recollections of what happened when I visited the Hank Williams Museum in downtown Montgomery on April the 18th, 2013. 😀

The first thing that happened at the Museum was that we had to make sure that it was actually open. It’s really hard to tell with this particular museum, as there aren’t really any lights in the “lobby”, and there’s no obnoxiously flashing “OPEN” sign to let you know which one it is. So we peeked in the extraordinarily low windows, and as there was a person sitting (or rather standing) at the front desk, we figured that it was probably safe to go in.
It costs $10 per person age 15 and above, and $3 for anyone 14 or below. Because of this pricing scheme, only I and my two teenage twin friends went in to the museum proper, while their mom waited in the lobby.

(And do please pardon me all my “if I’m not mistaken”s and my “I do believe”s: if I had been permitted to take photographs of the interior of the museum it would be considerably easier to recall, but as it is, my long-term memory is not the best, especially 10 days later when I’ve had to memorise other things in the meantime and I’ve almost definitely forgotten things about the museum. My sincerest apologies. [If you want to either double-check my memories or see what I’m describing for yourself, please, by all means, visit the museum on your own: I will be in no way offended.])

As I may have mentioned in my previous post, it was slightly confusing in terms of where to start, but the ladies at the desk pointed us at the entrance and so, obligingly, we entered. There was a speaker just as you entered the museum which was playing Hank Williams songs (no really! I never would’ve guessed!) and as you passed by it, you also saw a desk that he would write songs at, as well as some hand-written sheet music and certificates for various things – mostly prizes, if I’m not mistaken. After the first little entrance part made of wooden dividers directing you the first 4 feet or so, it was a basically a do-it-yourself tour: go where you will, see what you want. The wall that extended from the first little directional area had a few posters for Hank Williams concerts, at least one of which was surrounded by flashing lights.

The main museum space was mostly taken up by the car in which Hank Williams died, presumably from heart failure, at the age of 29. The car is a baby blue Cadillac (don’t ask me the model; I have absolutely no idea as cars don’t particularly interest me) and seemed fairly massive, although that could be related to the fact that the museum was small and so anything larger than probably 20 feet long would seem massive in that space. The car was surrounded by ropes and signs reading “DO NOT TOUCH” which seemed fairly obvious to me, as it would be a tiny bit morbid to sit in the same seat as someone who had died… 0_o But nevertheless, those signs were there. There was a plaque/paper-taped-to-a-pedestal with a snippet of information about the car and Hank’s death, but to be honest, I have no recollection of what it said. Most likely, because I wasn’t really reading to remember…

Near the front of the car, but far enough away that they could both have fences/railings and still have a fairly wide thoroughfare betwixt them, there was a couch that had something to do with Hank: most likely it was the couch that was owned by his family that he had grown up playing on that had been donated to the museum. There was a handmade blanket thrown over the back, but I don’t remember whether someone had knitted it for Hank’s family when he was a baby or if it had been knitted specifically for the museum.
Next to the car, but still inside the ropes, was a bronze bust of Hank that had been cast/sculpted/whatever-you-do-with-bronze for a city that was closely related to Hank for a memorial service after he died. Perched on the bust’s head was one of Hank’s hats, which looked exactly like it had been made specifically as part of the statue, but what was in reality a hat that Hank had actually worn to performances and things that had then been coated in bronze to preserve it for as long as the bronze lasted. {And I do actually remember that, because I thought it was really cool. XD}

There were two or three little rooms jutting off the big room with the car, and those, one would think, would have the most interesting stuff. One of them sort of did, but the other (I believe there were) two rooms were actually quite…I guess I’ll say it…They were boring. One of the rooms – about all I can remember of it is that there was some sort of documentary up on a TV, or perhaps it was just a collection of bits of black-and-white film of performances in which Hank sang. I think there were also a few paintings or something up on the walls, but for the most part, the TV was the extent of that room.
The other room I remember was a bunch of tall display cases, filled with records, photographs, hats, boots, and sheet music. There may have even been a suit jacket or two, and a couple of instruments. The sheet music and the photographs were mildly interesting, I will readily admit. Something I found a bit confusing is that in some of the photographs they referred to Hank Williams and in some they referred to Hank Williams Jr. and in some they referred to both, and it wasn’t until we’d gone through practically the entire museum before I realised that Hank Williams Jr. was a completely different person to Hank Williams: his son, to be exact. Also, in the 29 years that Hank Williams was alive, it appeared (based on the facts in the museum that I shall double-check at the end of this post) that Hank married two women, had two children with one of them, and then had another child with another woman that he may or may not have been married to. He got around in those few years, didn’t he? XD 😛
The last thing I remember about the offshoot rooms was either in another room filled partially with display cases or in a room of its own, but either way, it was a quilt hanging on the wall with a stand next to it holding a piece of paper. The paper said something to the point of “This quilt was made by (blank) of (blank) Alabama for Hank Williams and the Hank Williams Museum. Please research this person at (web address) and help support the arts in Alabama.” Or something similar enough to that that it made me question whether that person hadn’t just donated a quilt as a promotional item… In that same room, and I do believe it was actually a third room, there were several other items that had only a small connection if any to Hank, and so I really don’t feel that that room was necessary, or if it was, perhaps it would’ve been better as part of the lobby, and not as part of the museum proper, such that it was.

The last part I wish to mention about the actual exhibits in the Hank Williams museum will hopefully be more concise than the rest of this post, since as of this word there are 1285 words already in this post. *coughs and faints with astonishment* *revives* Goodness me, I’ll definitely try to go faster!
The remainder of the body of the museum (in the same general space as the aforementioned couch, car, and bust) was filled with display cases and another fenced-off area, containing a kitchen set. The display cases housed Hank’s suits, hats, and boots, as well as more photographs and memorabilia. One of the cases not placed against the wall contained the piano that Hank had played on; either when he was taking lessons as a boy, or when he was composing and teaching his children how to play the piano, I don’t remember which. It was a surprisingly tiny upright piano, which both puzzled and pleased me, as I play piano, like piano very much, and live in a house with two pianos.
The kitchen set – i.e. table, chairs, rug, fake counters and cabinets, pictures, and bit of framed hand-painted wallpaper – was that of Hank’s wife Audrey’s kitchen when they were both alive (his wife may still be alive for all I know, but obviously Hank isn’t) and living with their two children. It was very pretty, but seemed rather incongruous, and also as if it shouldn’t really be there.

And that concludes my account of my trip to the Hank Williams Museum in downtown Montgomery, Alabama. Of course we did actually exit the museum proper afterwards and rejoined my friends’ mom in the lobby where I/we proceeded to take the pictures I posted two blog posts ago and stare at the large carving of an Indian that prompted one of Hank’s most popular songs, then politely said goodbye to the lady at the front desk and proceeded to exchange words of pointlessness once outside the building, but as that isn’t nearly as interesting as the actual museum itself, and as it doesn’t take very long to write, I needn’t bore you with the details of our departure, and suffice it to say that we left thereafter.
I am glad that I visited the Hank Williams Museum at least once before I move away. I wouldn’t necessarily want to go there again, but at least now I can say that I went, and that I now know more about Hank Williams than I did before. I hope you enjoyed my retelling as much as I enjoyed my visit *cough*, and I also hope that if you’re interested in seeing the museum without my excess of qualifiers that you’ll see the museum for yourself. Until then!

Read on!!

 

 

 

:EDIT: Hank’s wife was named Audrey, not Minnie. He had only two children, not three. Hank Williams, Jr. was with his first wife, Audrey Sheppard. His daughter, Jett, was conceived with another woman named Bobbie Jett while he was getting a divorce from Audrey. He divorced Audrey in May of 1952. He married his second wife, Billie Jean Jones, in October of 1952. Hank Williams died in January, 1953.

29: Holocaust Education Program

I went to the AUM Holocaust Education Program this morning at the AUM Physical Education Complex, and not only was it wonderfully informative and very powerful and moving, but I got credit for three separate classes (out of the five I’m taking this semester). I’m not sure which one I’m more interested in… XD

Here are some pictures that I took at the Program. I apologise for the terrible quality of the photos: I was on the balcony, attempting to zoom in on the main floor with my rather terrible iPod Touch camera. I’ll give you a description of each picture, and hopefully you can figure out which part of the picture I’m talking about. ^_^

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This is a picture of the projector board at the Education Program: it says (or should say…) “Auburn University Montgomery Holocaust Education Program April 24, 2013” or something very similar to that… XDK iTouch Pics 04242013 043

This is a picture of some of the posterboards set up around the gym and also the candles that were lit for the Candle-Lighting Remembrance Ceremony (no really… XP).K iTouch Pics 04242013 044

Aaaaaand a random photographer guy taking pictures of the posterboards I was taking pictures of…K iTouch Pics 04242013 045

This is actually a rather good picture… Sorry random person whose head is in the frame. XD This is the candle-lighting ceremony that I mentioned in the previous picture: a reverend from Alabama State University and a rabbi from Montgomery are lighting the candles, while another rabbi from Montgomery is standing at the podium. (I know one of the rabbis is from Montgomery because I’ve sung at Temple Beth Or where he preaches [if that’s the word], but I don’t really know where the other one’s from.)K iTouch Pics 04242013 046

A close up of the same candle-lighting ceremony… K iTouch Pics 04242013 048

This is the director of the History Department at the podium, and a Holocaust survivor and the daughter of a Holocaust survivor sitting at the table. I’m fairly sure that their names are Max Helzer and Denise Roberts.K iTouch Pics 04242013 049

And a close-up…K iTouch Pics 04242013 050

Umm… I think this is someone else on the faculty of AUM at the podium and the two speakers still at the table, but I could be wrong. Sadly, I don’t remember what it actually is… XDK iTouch Pics 04242013 051

This is the dean of the School of Sciences at AUM at the podium, and again the two speakers at the table. This was very near the end of the program.

What I didn’t take pictures of was the part of the Frontline documentary, called “Memory of the Camps”, which is a documentary made out of film taken by film crews who travelled with the American & British liberation troops who went to the Nazi concentration camps. We only were shown the bits on Bergen-Belsen, which was probably sufficient, but very informative and fascinating, though probably because of the sheer number of images from the camp. I am very interested in seeing the rest of it, if I can find it, and I would very highly recommend at least the parts of it that I saw to anyone interested in the Holocaust. Of course, there is a warning for disturbing images, but as this is the Holocaust we’re talking about, it shouldn’t be really a surprise. (I’m sorry, that was rude. … But it is true. XD)

I am very glad that I was able to go to AUM’s Holocaust Education Program, and I’m very grateful that Dr. Woodworth allowed us to go to this Program if we wanted instead of class. (Of course, because she has bronchitis there wouldn’t have been class anyway, but she’d promised to let us go even before she came down with bronchitis. Get better soon Dr. Woodworth!!) I immensely enjoyed every minute of it, which is true, but also sounds like I’m a horrible person because the Holocaust isn’t really something you’d use the word “enjoy” to describe. But the words “interested”, “fascinated”, and “moved by” don’t quite seem like the words to describe my feelings properly. “Enjoyed” isn’t quite it either, but it’ll have to do for now. And with that, I leave you. I fully intend to learn as much about the Holocaust through future programs and memorials as I possibly can, and I hope you will too, as the Holocaust is an event that needs to be remembered.

Remember on.

27: Hank Williams

As part of the research for my final project for my second semester of Honors English Composition, I visited the Hank Williams Museum in downtown Montgomery. Now, I’ve seen and passed by this museum for the past eight years that I’ve lived in Montgomery. I know that Hank Williams was born in Montgomery. I’ve driven (when I say ‘driven’…) on the highway that was named for him. While visiting my stepdad’s family plot in a cemetery downtown, we drove by his grave and I got to see it. But somehow, in all this time, I’d never actually been in the museum. Quite astonishing, really. XD

If you are 15 years old or older, the museum costs $10 apiece (an outrageous price, really). It’s $3 for those between the ages of 2 and 14, and free for those under two.
The museum itself is a tiny low storefront next to a hotel, and it always looks closed, even though it’s apparently usually open. It’s very inconspicuous, and so probably no wonder that I’d never actually been in there.
You can’t take pictures of the inside of the museum, but you are allowed to take pictures of the lobby, such that it is. Or rather, isn’t. So the pictures that I’m about to post in this post and the pictures that I’ll post on my project page and on my Padlet poster are from the lobby of the museum and from online; none from when I was actually allowed into the museum with two of my friends.

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I should’ve taken a picture of the gigantic Indian statue that was in the middle of the “lobby”, which was apparently for his song “Kowaniga” (I think that’s what it’s called), and which had the signatures of a bunch of people on it, but I didn’t think it was that important. Perhaps I’ll find a picture online somewhere.

So that’s my short little picture post about the Hank Williams Museum. Perhaps soon I’ll actually write about what I saw in the museum itself, as some of it was fairly cool… *shrugs* Okay, one of his suits was pretty awesome. But the rest of it was just okay. XD

Laterz!!

Read on!! <3

26: Alabama Music

I am in the half of my English class that was unable to go to New York for four days (this Wednesday til tomorrow). It was not for lack of effort: I had a perfect GPA last semester, and I have more than enough service. No, I started college before the age of 18, and so by law I cannot go anywhere on a trip with AUM until I turn 18. D’Arvit. But, just because I’m not going to New York, that doesn’t mean I don’t have to do a final project. While the seven kids who did go to New York will be writing about memorials and things in New York, the six of us who were left behind in Montgomery will be writing about a particular subject in Montgomery and Alabama. In my case, since I’m ‘officially’ a professional musician now, I’m going to be writing about music in Alabama– well, I’m going to be writing about famous musicians from Alabama and famous music scenes/studios in Alabama. XD

So here we are! This is my quick update that I’ve been assigned to do about what I’ve found for my project. I’ve been studying for tests, cleaning my house, and releasing my first CD, so I haven’t had a whole lot of time, but I did find this Wikipedia page that should prove to be immensely helpful in giving me people, places, and things to research. Mwahaha. 😀

So that’s my quick update! You’ll probably be hearing more updates from me in the next couple weeks, and hopefully I’ll have more time to research, blog about my research, and possibly even blog about other things. Imagine that!

Read on, dearies!!

And if you want to see some of the things the lucky people in New York have been doing, look up #aumhonorsnyc on Twitter. A couple of cool pictures and funny stories, and, I’ll admit, a bit of jealousy on my part. XD Onwards ho!

24: April Fools Activism

Social activism has had many different faces over the years, decades, and centuries. Picket signs, rallies, marches, pamphlets, and now Facebook posts, blogs, and pictures on various sharing websites such as Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, deviantART, YouTube, and whatever other sites are out there. With the Supreme Court’s recent hearing of oral arguments for California’s Proposition 8 and the Defense of Marriage Act, lots of people on Facebook, including the majority of my friends, either changed their profile picture to something like this picture: or posted about how they didn’t support repealing either one, or posted about how they didn’t believe in gay marriage but the government shouldn’t have control over anyone’s lives.

I don’t know how much good protests like that do, but it is rather interesting to see how many people support certain things, and it’s quite nice to know what people’s opinions are. I personally don’t share many of my opinions on Facebook because I don’t want to risk alienating certain people (especially those that I need to like me at least for a little while, such as friends XD) but when there are movements on Facebook that I see and support, and that I see a lot of my friends support, I feel a bit better that I’m not the only person I know who feels a certain. Misery loves company, but so does happiness and interest in particular topics.

Because of this new era of sharing pictures in every way imaginable, and because more and more often text is an integral part of pictures, visual rhetoric is an immense part of the modern way of spreading awareness and social activism. Deciding what picture to use, deciding what text to put on it, deciding where in particular to post that image, deciding who you want it to be visible to (i.e. the public, your friends, certain members of your friends, etc.) is part of the impact and decision-making (and rhetoric) of the way social activism has evolved in social media.

I don’t know how much social activism (if any) I’ll ever do, but if I do find anything interesting, or think of any interesting points about activism or rhetoric in activism and social media, I’ll be sure to share with you. And also if you have any thoughts, please share, and I’d love to post about them.

Read and reblog on!!

 

(Image from one of my friend’s Facebook profiles, and partially from George Takei’s Facebook.)

(I also found this picture on a stranger’s profile as their profile picture because they commented on a post of a page I like: )

23: My Life in Six Words

Tried to study late. Ha. Ha.

I thought I was smart, before

Some music and doughnuts? English class.

“English project!” Best evasive answer, ever.

Walks wildly through forest, dancing vaguely.

Was an engineer, then got sane.

WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME?!

Depression: also known as my happiness.

When you’re in love with Cybermen…

Living my way through book worlds.

I write songs. … When fingers cooperate.

Sherlock has taken over my mind.

I enjoy messing with friends….Bad?

Live life to the fullest. Sometimes.

Fell in love with my voices.

London calls. Alabama tugs. Where, heart?

20: What in the Worlds is Going On?

So in case you haven’t noticed, this Honors Freshman Composition sequence isn’t exactly…typical. XD We’ve done a lot of very strange but very fun things in the past semester and a half, and all of our strange projects and experiments have made us think and have helped us become better writers. For instance, the murder project we did last year: have you ever had to write in a police report style? Or the explorations that we did, also last semester: do you have any idea how much fun it is to stalk people for an assignment, but also how hard it is to write about it afterwards? Goodness I love Dr. Woodworth. XD

(This is the point where I’m supposed to insert a picture that enhances my thinking, so, strangely enough, here you are: from http://www.infinitydish.com/tvblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/David-Tennant-Fanpop.com_.jpg)

We’ve made connections between quite a lot of seemingly disparate things in this class, wouldn’t you say? Tapestries, storytelling, a sci-fi/western crossover TV show that’s become a geek cult phenomenon, explorations, murder (rhetorically speaking, of course), open education, social media of all sorts, blogs and the intricacies therein, memory – public and private, memorials and monuments and the things they represent and the differences between them, ourselves and how they relate to the world and storytelling, machines and learning, and of course storytelling and writing in every shape and form. We’ve done some really strange connections, such as the “Bendito Machine” video we wrote about a few weeks ago, and connecting that to memorials and social media. We’ve done some more obvious connections, such as connecting the Explorations projects to the stories they tell about the world about the people we found in a few of the explorations. In fact, now that I think about it, the explorations connect quite well to the monuments and social media that we’ve been talking about this spring semester! And of course, everything can connect back to Firefly. I only just realised that we haven’t done much with Firefly this semester… 🙁 I do hope that in the last six weeks of this semester we’ll be able to do more of Firefly and those Explorations…

I have to admit, even though I was quite puzzled for the first month or so, and I wasn’t sure how the class was going to turn out, all the strange connections and things that we’ve been doing have been some of the most fun I’ve ever had, and I think they can all most definitely connect to each other in wonderful ways that work quite well and actually may be very useful in regular life after college. Because we’ve had to figure out ways in which these different things work together, we’ve done quite a few brain stretching exercises which couldn’t be anything but helpful. Besides, problem solving is a skill that nearly every employer is looking for nowadays, and being able to write about a variety of topics is a useful skill no matter what career field you are planning to go in to. Also, the fact that the entirety of our ‘papers’ are online, on a blog, and that several of our assignments are through Twitter or Facebook, means that we’ll be more computer-literate than we might otherwise have been. And since our world is expanding rapidly through technology and online and social media, being able to use these technologies without fear (or at least with less fear) is a crucial skill to have, and to hone. Some other experiences that emphasize that point are the fact that we are told to use Google on a somewhat regular basis, and the fact that we have all made memes online, and so in order to do that we had to have been exposed to some of the meme norms, and what is expected of a meme, in order to use the meme-generating websites that we discovered. During class, when we’re writing or doing something that’s not discussing or watching a video, our teacher will go onto YouTube and play music for us. Exposure to new music is always good, don’t you think? Actually, exposure to anything new is very helpful. Open learning, which we talked about very briefly, is one of the best ways to learn new things: because it’s free!

So yeah, our class is pretty crazy. Geeks, all of us, and not ashamed of it. We’re all also not afraid of writing, nor of trying new things. Can you imagine if we were? Goodness that would make for some awkward classes… [Dr. Woodworth: “Figure out what you want to write about, then research and write 2000 words about it in the next month.” Student: “Um, I prefer multiple-choice tests…” *horrible silence*] But thankfully none of us are like that, so we all have a tremendous amount of fun, despite how much we may complain about having to write 500 words in a week (terrifying the first few times, but after you’ve been assigned that a good 20 or so times, you get used to it). I love how much our strange and unusual assignments stretch our minds and writing acumen, and I really will miss this class and Dr. Woodworth after the sequence finishes at the end of this semester. And while I can still say it in class without people looking at me funny, “Shiny!”

Write on!

22: What’s Good Writing?

What’s good writing?Now before you answer this question, think of this as a multiple-choice math word problem where answer D is “Not enough information.” And of course answer D is correct! Yay! *fake applause*
And the reason why answer D would be correct for this particular hypothetical multiple-choice question is that there are so many different things that you can write that it’s hard to say just in general what good writing is. You first have to consider your audience, you purpose, and your genre or content.

In the broad meta-category of Writing, there are two generic subcategories: Formal and Informal. And, of course, under those two umbrellas there are many little genres struggling to see out from under the spokes. For instance, under “Formal Writing” there are research papers, formal emails, and book reports. Under “Informal Writing” you can have informal emails, memes, Facebook, blog posts, and song lyrics. Informal writing is so much more fun than formal writing (of course!) that I think I shall focus on one of the sub-genres of informal writing just to give a few examples of what good writing is or can be.

Song lyrics are incredibly fun to sing and to write. Of course they’re hard to write if you can’t think of a topic, but if you think of it merely as writing a poem, it’s not that hard at all. (And if you’re like me and all your poems have a particular rhythm, it’s even less hard to think of them as song lyrics.) Some things that are generally considered correct for song lyrics are having poetic lyrics (especially lyrics that rhyme), lyrics with double meanings (especially in pop songs), metaphors, and wittiness. For instance, Train’s “50 Ways to Say Goodbye” (which you may remember we remixed the lyrics of a while ago) is about a break-up, but he makes it into a very funny song about all the ways his ex-girlfriend died. The lyrics are rather like poetry, the entire song is a metaphor of death replacing a break-up, and it’s very witty – especially the music video. Now of course, there are some songs that just have inane lyrics that do absolutely nothing, such as Justin Bieber’s much-hated song “Baby” where the majority of lyrics are “baby, baby, baby, oh.” No metaphor, no poetry, definitely no wit. Now the rap bit by Ludacris that was placed in the middle of that song isn’t bad: it is rather like free-style poetry talking about how Justin met the girl he’s singing about, but that is about the only redeeming factor of those lyrics, in terms of what my class considers good writing.
One of my favorite songs with interesting lyrics is almost definitely the Beatles’ “I Am the Walrus.” Talk about confusion and metaphors! It is poetry of a completely different kind. I’m not sure if they were actually on drugs when they wrote that song, and so that’s why it sounds like it does, but I personally think it’s very pretty, very funny, and very poetic.

Now, in general, there are rules (or at least guidelines) for what is generally correct in all sorts of writing. For instance, good grammar, spelling, and punctuation is always appreciated (by those who know the difference, that is) no matter what genre you’re writing in. Run-on sentences are a nasty habit of mine (as is probably evidenced by this blog), but they are generally not considered a good way to write. Now, I will say that my run-on sentences generally do actually make sense, whereas there are people on Facebook that, I’ve heard, write an entire paragraph of a post in one sentence where five would be considerably better. Writers like Dickens also write paragraph-long sentences, but for the most part, they’re also grammatically correct and do actually make sense if you read them carefully, while the grammatically uneducated who seem to populate Facebook write paragraph-long sentences that make no sense whatsoever. Another common Internet mistake that I have never personally experienced but which a few of my friends have mentioned is the lack of subject or verb in sentences. Now, really? No subject nor verb? How exactly does that work? I don’t consider myself an expert on grammar by any means, since I’ve technically never taken a grammar class, but I’m fairly sure that it’s quite hard to write a sentence with no subject and no verb. Okay, so my sentence “now, really” probably had neither subject nor verb, but I don’t know that that really counts. ‘Course, I could be wrong…

I think good writing is very important no matter what it is you’re writing: a Facebook post, a tweet, a meme, song lyrics… And if you don’t write well, what does that say about you and your priorities?

Write on!