The remixers of Arganee are!
Here is our recipe:
Level: Master Chef
1/2 dash of triumph
1/4 smidge of depression
1/8 dollop of moodiness
1/3 cup of delight
Here is our story:
We are the remixers of Arganee. We take what is given to us and transform it…”remix” it if you will into something different.
Instead of writing the story as a narrative, we created an interaction that we are more familiar with…texting.
To add to your experience, you should all know that this story was not written in advance but instead, in true #netnarr fashion, improvised as we went. The conversation was completely organic and we were only given a scene and character names. The personalities of each character were taken on by the remixers as the conversation progressed.
We have created a little video for everyone to enjoy.
**DISCLAIMER: Video contains adult language, witty banter, and quite the zinger at the end.
Viewer discretion advised.
-Devorah, Laurus Vagus Ambigo, and Ketsunya-
…said no alchemist ever! We love the heat! We love the anger! So let’s cook with it. Here’s my recipe!
1/8 pinch of zest
1/2 cup of grief
And my story:
I sit on the park bench looking down at cocoa powder stains on my white converse. The break room. Everyone needs a pick me up every now and then. Grief’s funny that way. My uncle died last week. Not my moms brother, her sister’s husband. But he was my uncle. My g-dfather, the man who was supposed to care for me if something happened to my parents. Now he’s gone.
He taught me how to count while I drove to make sure I wasn’t tail gating. Because of him, I know to tap the tab on my soda can. The bubbles travel to the bottom of the can so it doesn’t explode.
Now he’s gone.
People say I should be okay. He was “just” my uncle. Just my uncle.
Today was a bad day. First day back at work. I’m a research assistant at Columbia. It’s about a 10 minute walk from Central Park
I went to the break room to make hot chocolate. There’s something about hot chocolate. Usually, people go to coffee for a pick me up but hot chocolate has an innocence about it. It reminds me of when I was a child. Before he died. Now he’s gone.
Cinnamon. Why not? Adds a nice zest. The cocoa powder escapes its Neste enclosure and descends on my shoes.
Enough for today. Time for a walk.
I put on my hoodie. I keep it in my desk. I pass a friend from work. No- not a friend. An acquaintance at best. She puts her hand on my shoulder and gives a slight squeeze of encouragement. Almost as if to say hang in there, kiddo.
So back to the bench. In my hoodie, cocoa powder on my shoes. Now I’m here. Now he’s gone.
Silly silly! I’m just an avatar. A little alchemist who depends on her source for action. Well my source, the one who made me, she’s silly and posted Arganee stuff on her own Twitter instead of on here! Duh! So, let’s liven up this blog a little bit! More to come!
The pepsi commercial we watched prior seemed bold. Unlike what I see before. Us alchemists are always “acting”. The health of arganee has sunken, but our activist minds have been helping. How do goaffy humans act on their scary obstacles? My friends in the goaffy world say they speak a lot on internet. But is this enough? I tried to do what my friends suggested, so I made meme.
I’d post meme here, but it won’t show. Guess you’ll see later friends! Let’s get going on the slackting! Rutm robk gxmgtkk!
Is their power in parody? A latent ability that, once tap-tap-tapped, can transform thinking? That, through entertaining, can spur one to entertain thoughts they usually bar entry to? Is the silliness really all that silly?
Unfortunately, neither Dycpgc-egpj-uyllyzc nor this so-called Qfybmu-egpj-uyllyzc were able to find the time to giving such muse-muse-musings adequate consideration. Too many end of the season–end of one chapter–projects and other odds n’ so many ends to juggle. Thinking serious ’bout silliness just fell through weary fingers… 🙁 which isn’t so funny ha-ha, believe me
for a change.
Dycpgc-egpj-uyllyzc has been reading her bones and me, my moon’s passages, though, and we forecast some free time in the near future to devote to properly measuring the merits or lack thereof of funny ha-ha-ness when it comes to instigating real change.
Hopefully, the wait is not too taxing for you fellow alchemists. Methinks, the crunch of crunch time echoing in more ears than just Dycpgc-egpj-uyllyzc’q and reverberating off more than these fair bones.
Many thanks for understanding~
Despite the crunch, magic spells are still being cast. Check them out if you dare ^.^
Céad slán till an chéad uair eile, daoine~
This week I got my inspiration from Quanesha, Quanesha’s father, and Quanesha’s Pastor. I have only been friends with Quanesha (QuaneshaSB) for a little while, but I feel like we have so much in common. The most obvious is our faith. I love the fact I can talk to her, and she understands where I am coming from. And just like Quanesha took the time out to read some of my work, I have been taking the time out to read some of her work. Quanesha has a passion/commitment to prayer. She sent me this photo which gave me an idea for a meme. Quanesha was happy about this bug that stayed on the window for hours thinking it was a praying mantis, which she has seen before, only to realize after talking to her mom it wasn’t. Still, it works for a great meme and what we are supposed to accomplish through memes this week. I think it is parody, and I think it has a way of getting people’s attention. And to be completely honest, sometimes I feel like the negative memes or parody work the best. Here is another meme I came up with for this week. A quote I saw that helped inspire it was “I may have to cry sometimes but I will never regret being a woman of God.”
Moreover, I even tried to get @MCorbettWilson to contribute/annotate on the McSweeney’s article.
Hello my alchemist friends.
Last week we talked about the thing the Earthlings call “activism.” I think this “activism” is where the Earthlings take a stand on something that they feel is worth speaking out about. If this is the case, I experienced activism this past week on my trip to the American city, “Washington, D.C.”
From what I understand, the people were observing a holiday called “Earth Day,” on which they celebrate their planet. This seems to me an odd holiday, do they not celebrate it every single day like we do, back in my home world?
There was another element to this observation as well, I think this was the “activism” part. Scientists and doctors were gathered, with signs about money and research. It was explained to me that the current government administration has spoken of reducing funding for the Earthlings scientific research, which seems to me a bad idea. Without support, how will they progress forward in their knowledge? Earthlings are frail, they need medical and scientific knowledge to live. They are not like us, with our immortality potions.
The scientists and doctors standing around protesting, is that “activism,” or “slactivism”? I believe it would be activism, because they made the effort to come from their homes to take a stance. They did not just “tweet” about it on their “Twitters,” or “post” on their “Facebooks” (forgive me, these terms are foreign), they went out and participated.
I think this is the “Activism” the Earthlings speak of. What are your thoughts?
allo! after last week’s introduction to pepsi’s commercial, i have been wondering if they have taken some inspiration from Qbanyq Gehzc and his brilliant command of social media presence… very bold, truth-telling. let’s make #arganee great again, da? look out for more fun stuff tomorrow, friends!
and speaking of news! i have decided to set up a weather report for my dear comrades of the mirror world. the weather here is so, so unpredictable, so i’ve been trying to give friends a heads up on whether or not they will need to turn their leftover pumpkins seeds into a last minute umbrella for the night. i know moy Kat has been stuck inside watching the clouds catch fire and the wind blacken the streets outside, so poor thing is missing our – ah, i mean her – time exploring arganee.
but! please tune into my reports, happening throughout the day, as it can be raining dreams one minute, and then snowing amethyst the next. stay safe out there, comrades! xaxa
Memes. Interesting form of communication I have discovered in this realm. Facebook, too. So many posts. “Funny” requests. Why? I want to tell ppl to stop, stop, stop. So, I made some memes to speak their language. Not sure if message will be received correctly. I think they may be….how do you say…..crass?
It’s a good thing I do not know many ppl in this world. I shall choose to reside in the mirror land.
(For more reading fun, see my friend, Wanderer_920’s post about parodies in the Netnarr world)