Saturday, September 19, 2009

Quick, watch this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRvzl0zOsO8&feature=player_embedded





(couldn't resist, that clip is funny!) interruptions are everywhere! South Carolina REP Senator Wilson interrupted Pres Obama, shouting "you lie" during the health care reform speech, then Kanye threw down during Taylor's acceptance speech...is heckling the new applause? Has the world gone mad? Speechmakers everywhere--You must unite and support eack other, how does one survive speech  interuptions? Let's prepare JUST IN CASE --(like a fire drill, for speakers!) what happens if/when  Kanye or senatorWilson interrupts you right after your thrilling attnetion getter people??? It could happen! Will you lose your place...get thrown off, be horribly embarassed??? Will you curse, cry, maybe even rise above the event to come out shining even brighter than before...maybe Beyonce buys you Starbucks or gives you a cow on Farmville....

GET TO THE POINT SANDRA! This week tell me here, what did you think of these two recent moments from a public speaking perspective? I am NOT asking your opinion of the people OR even their specific behavior and words, I am asking you to comment on the rhetorical situation: The way the speaker handled it and how a good speaker might be prepared for such a thing...is it effective to address the heckler or just ignore them and move on? What do you notice in on-line clips of either speech as far as reactions to these interuptions? How do they make the audience feel? Are there social rules and expectations surrounding these types of unscripted, awkward moments? Can you think of another recent example? Finally, what would you do if you were interupted by either Kanye or S Carolina's Senator Wilson in our classroom at CRC during your big moment???

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Presentation Discussion: 70 minutes of JOY!


Oh my gosh--It is almost time gang! I feel like we are getting ready for summer camp--Have I told you about the time my brother didn't brush his teeth for a whole week his first time away at Heavenly Hills Christian Summer Camp in the 80's???? My Mom opened his filthy suitcase and he actually said out loud: "Oh--there's my toothbrush!" GROSS!!! You can keep adding to (or stretching) our story below but let's start a discussion here about presentations too-questions, ideas and 'feelers' welcome. Let's hear your fear! uh, I mean joyful enthusiasm! YIKES!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Post Your Own Prompts Too!

Click on "New Post" and you can design a prompt we all can respond to as well!

Friday, May 29, 2009

Making Up Stories

Ola mis amigos! Here we are on our fancy group blog--good times! I was thinking of you guys and hoping you finished up for the summer or will soon--It feels so unfair to be floating around on my inner tube sunbathing while you're still teaching! (Not--more like house cleaning in Steve's sweats!) For our first blog, let's just do something fun and we can talk about our 70 minutes in hell, Oh--sorry-I meant our summer writing presentations...next time--How about a pass-along story? I'll start it and you guys tag on your chapters--also if you want I will add you all as administrators and that way we can all post rather than just me. ( so I don't get drunk on power!!!) To post click on comments below and go to the comments box, type your reply and sign your name (summer writing project nom deus plumes perhaps???--then post as anonyamous (click the bubble) if you want to take the easiest route--otherwise you need a google account or the blogger site tries to make you start your own blog--email me with any questions at idnasss@yahoo.com--
Our Story Begins...

Frittata was a secret double agent in the Helsinki mafia, grueling yet rewarding work. Where else can a grown adult conduct covert missions, stay up super late, eat junk food and play computer games while on the clock, ya know what I mean? Agent Frittata was growing complacent however, begining to tire of the old changing identity and globe trotting hijinks. Agent Fritatta was growing literally as well. Not in the symbolic sense of aging and wisening up, but rather, growing taller, which was odd for a 32 year old. Just like that, pants too short, sleeves up to the elbows and capes as short as shawls! Only one doctor had offered a possible explanation...a doctor with questionable credentials at best.......