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Facebook is appropriate for all subcultures. The photos in my album, including tagged ones of me, cannot be taken offensively by anyone.  I only have one photo album on Facebook which is my profile pictures album. There are only six photos in this album, three consisting of just me smiling either in my room or taken somewhere else inside my house.   The other three photos are one me and my sister and the back seat of my mom’s car, one of me and my friend at my birthday dinner, and one of me and my boyfriend sitting on my living room couch smiling. There are no provocative ones where I am wearing indecent clothing as you would find on many other young girls’ pages.  I am fully clothed as well as others in all my photos.  In the photo of my sister and me, we are wearing our seatbelts which shows that we are responsible and safe. The photos that I am tagged in are just of me, my friends, and family. Most are just smiling pictures and the rest are pictures at events or places. The comments on my photos are usually compliments such as “This is super cute”; no one has ever had anything negative to say. All my photos are wholesome so no one will be able to object to them. They are representations of a happy and normal life.

The status updates and the information I put on my profile are of good quality. Anyone can observe them and find no problems with them whether it is my parents, co-workers, teachers, or friends.   For instance, my last post said “I’m going home this weekend and I can’t wait to see my family.”  My posts are innocent and simply expressions of my feelings. My profile lets people know who my siblings are, where I’m from, and other background information Facebook has you fill out. There are no curse words or things that I wouldn’t want any subculture to see on my profile. My Facebook illuminates who I am and all subculture groups that know me would be able to identify this. I really do not mind who sees my Facebook because I have nothing bad to say or to put on my wall.  I make sure that it is clear I am a Christian on my profile by filling in that I am on the religious views section and posting statuses about my faith such as “God is good.”  My Facebook persona doesn’t allow people to see an unpleasant side of me because my profile is clean and portrays me as a good person.

               

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A HUSBAND'S SECRET

It was the first day of the school year at Edward H. White High in pottery class when a boy named Freddie saw this beautiful girl named Marie walk in late to the classroom. She was tall for a girl; she stood about five foot nine, making her a little taller than him. She had long black hair and light brown skin that had a reddish tint to it. Her eyes, almond shaped and dark brown, sat beautifully paralleled to her button nose and soft pink lips. Freddie had an athletic build and dark brown skin. His hair was black and cut low.  Above his full lips sat his broad nose and circular brown eyes.  There were no seats left in the class so he offered his to her.  From that day on they became really good friends. They would be up on the phone every night for hours laughing and talking. Freddie would write Marie the sweetest letters about how wonderful she was and how great she made him feel. One day after school Freddie and Marie were at her locker in the back hallway talking and Freddie asked if she would be his girlfriend and of course Marie said yes.

After they graduated high school, Freddie and Marie attended the University of Florida where they earned their bachelor degrees. That night Freddie and Marie went to dinner at a restaurant called The Melting Pot located off of University Avenue. Before they ate desert Freddie got down on one knee and proposed to Marie and as she had done before she replied yes.

Marie started to plan for the wedding right away.  They planned to have the wedding sometime in October so the weather would be cool and they could hold the ceremony outside. They married October 27^th in Key West and settled down in Jacksonville, Florida.  They moved into a two story house in a subdivision called Pine Crest. Their house was made out of stucco and surrounded by hibiscus flowers.

Marie had a job at Nemours Clinic in the hematology department as a nurse and Freddie worked in Bank of America as a finance manager.  One day for Freddie’s lunch break Marie came and brought him Burger King.  She sat in the chair in front of his office desk and he sat in his computer chair behind it.  A young blonde woman, wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, came to the door way.

Young woman:  “Hey Freddie! Here goes the paper work for the Markell account.”

Freddie: “Thanks Franchesca. I’m glad I can count on you.”

 Young woman: “You’re welcome.” as she smiles and leaves the room. 

Marie stares at Freddie and doesn’t say anything. 

Freddie: “What?”

Marie: “Who is she?”

Freddie: “She’s the clerk.”

Marie: “Oh really, well how come I’ve never seen her around before and why didn’t you introduce me?”

Freddie: “She’s new and I didn’t want her to stay any longer than she needed to.  I want to enjoy my lunch with you.”

Marie: “That better be the only reason why.”

Freddie: “It is baby.  You’re the only woman my heart desires.”

They continue to eat their lunch and then go back to work.  The next few weeks carry on as usual.

A friend of theirs named Mike stops by one day to visit and catch up. He invites them for dinner next Tuesday and Marie replies, “We would love to” but Freddie replies, “But we can’t. I have a business meeting to attend to then.”

Marie: “What business meeting? You never told me you had a business meeting.”

Freddie: “Well next week I have a business meeting. Sorry Mike but we will have dinner some other time.”

Mike: “It is fine. We will just do it whenever you guys have time.”

Mike says good bye to them and leaves to go home.

Marie: “So what business meetings take place in the evening?”

Freddie: “It’s not really a meeting but more like a workshop.  All the employees have to go for the next few weeks, every Tuesday.”

Marie: “Oh, well I wish you would inform me on these kinds of things. I’m going to miss you every Tuesday now.,” she smiles.

A few weeks later Marie was shopping at Publix and saw a lady named Mrs. Olsten from Freddie’s work. 

Marie: “Hi Mrs. Olsten, how are you?”

Mrs. Olsten: “Hey Marie. I’m doing great. How are you?”

Marie: “I’m doing fine, thank you. I thought you guys had workshops to attend to at work on Tuesdays?”

Mrs. Olsten: “What workshop? I think I would lose my mind if they gave us anymore to do.”

Marie: “Oh I must have understood Freddie. Well have a nice day. Bye.”

Instantly, many thoughts came to Marie’s head. She had to think right away about what she was going to. He had lied to her and was doing something he had no business doing. Was he cheating? Maybe this could explain why he was acting so unusual that day in his office. It’s because of that new clerk! Whatever it was Marie was going to get to the bottom of it.

When Freddie got home that night she acted as usual. They had dinner, watched some television, and then went to bed. The following week it was time for Freddie to go to his “workshop” again and Marie followed him. About seven minutes in the car ride Marie realized that they weren’t headed to his job but downtown. Freddie walked up to a three story brick building and entered at a side door.  Marie parked and went inside of the building. It was very dim inside and there were tables everywhere with people at them.  There was a lighted up stage in the front of the room and a microphone in the middle.

A man walked up on stage and started to recite a poem about love. He was wearing a hat that covered his face and when it came to the last line of the poem and he looked up at the audience and it was Freddie.  All of Marie’s fears were relieved. Freddie wasn’t cheating on her; he had been attending poetry night to improve his poetry skills and planned on surprising Marie. Freddie saw her from across the room and left the stage to walk over to her. Once they met up they both smiled at each other and started talking.

REFLECTION

The images alone the reader could interpret them as a number of things. One can tell that it has to do with a couple, a married couple at that because of the image of wedding rings. I placed the images of different places after the image of two people so the reader could assume that they are associated with the couple somehow. The images show things that could pertain to one’s life until we get to the last picture that shows that things aren’t as normal as they appear and something is going on, cheating perhaps.  But when I put the images with the written text they make more sense and their meanings are clearer. The written narrative guides the readers through the images with each image tying in with a certain part of the passage.  Although the last image of the lipstick stain on a man’s collar probably makes the audience think that the story involves cheating or some kind of scandal, the written text solves that mystery or question and the reader is able to put the intended connection to that image. The images alone are able to tell part of the story but we need words to fill in the missing pieces and finish it.

Sixth Sense Clip Analysis

There are police cars in the beginning of the scene and traffic jams on both sides of the street. *Cultural Code (REF). We all know, well at least in the U.S., that whenever there is traffic there is an accident. Police are on the scene which let us know something has happened, something bad, especially since the traffic is stand still. As the narrative moves forward, we discover how this part ties in with the theme of the scene. Cole sees the victim of this accident outside his window which is maybe why he is ready to reveal his secret to his mother at that point in time.

I’m ready to communicate with you now. Communicate? Tell you my secrets. What is it? You know the accident up there? Yeah. Someone got hurt. They did? A lady, she died. Oh my god. What you can see her? Yes. Where is she? Standing next to my window. Cole you’re scarring me. They scare me too sometimes. They? Ghosts. You see ghosts Cole? Cole nods his head and says they want me to do things for them. ** Hermeneutic Code (HER). Cole builds an enigma when he tells his mother he is ready to communicate which could mean a number of things and that is why his mother questions, “Communicate?” Cole is also indirect and partial with his answers (delays) when talking to his mother. Rather than just coming out and saying that he can see ghosts, he gives bits and pieces of information until the answer is fully exposed. For example, when Cole’s mother asks if he can see her, he just says yes instead of telling her how he can see her. As a result, she continues to ask Cole more questions. She asks Cole where she is and he says outside of his window so the camera shoots over to Cole’s window and the biker victim is standing there although his mom cannot see her (equivocation). When Cole starts to finally reveal the truth the camera does a shot-reverse-shot (promise of an answer).  Cole tells his mother how he has seen and spoke to her grandmother (disclosure), giving proof to what he has said is indeed the truth. ***Proairetic Code (ACT).  Before and after each of Cole’s responses he takes a long pause (also part of HER: suspended answer) which is a behavior that adds suspense and drama to the scene.  Cole’s mother sticks her head out the window when he tells her he can see the biker victim because she is unaware that he can see ghosts and that the victim is standing outside of his window, so as many would assume, she thinks that he sees the biker victim at the site of the accident.

The Truth Behind Images

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In today’s society this image would be seen as normal or common. Cigarette smoking has been accepted by many Americans and others around the world. In some countries, smoking is part of their custom. Some might look at this picture and just think it is just some woman smoking a cigarette. In this image the artist puts emphasis on the cigarette while the woman’s face and fingers blend in with the background, being that both are neutral.

The Cancer Stick : Cigarette smoking accounts for at least 30% of all cancer deaths.

Now that we know these facts and have read this caption about cigarettes, they do not look so appealing or so harmless anymore. With text added to this picture, it is more than just a woman smoking. Smoking is now associated with negative effects such as death, health problems and cancer. Cigarette ads in magazines, commercials, and movies have made smoking a style that is suppose to portray an image of coolness. For example, in the movie “Grease” directed by Randal Kleiser, Sandy, the leading female actress, was a sweet and innocent girl from Australia who liked this cool kid of the school named Danny. At the end of the movie, Sandy changes her whole persona to being sexy, cool, and bad. This is represented in the beginning of the last scene when she is wearing all black and smoking a cigarette. If you do not smoke then you are not “in”; well at least in Grease you weren’t. Tobacco companies use a technique called form or what Barthes (French philosopher) calls writing. Form manipulates the conventions of style for a desired effect. (Barthes) This is true, especially when it comes to tobacco industries. Tobacco industries want their commercials to have the effect of coolness so that people will want to buy them. They use such things as sexuality, celebrities, or any trends that are in at that point of time.