The main part of my portfolio can be found as a pdf here. There was simply too much formatting involved to copy/paste everything into Blogger.Here are a couple pictures of The Pursuit of Venice board game, as described in the final section of my paper.
Here is a silly poem I wrote, titled, simply, Tourists in Venice.Worn down by the real world
Needing something new
They flock to fair Venice
And rent rooms with views
They set down their luggage
With hearts filled with glee
And heads filled with dreams
Of city and sea
Water laps against stone
Fat pigeons take wing
And on the canals
The gondoliers sing
With cameras in hand
Tourists take to the streets
Unaware they annoy
All the locals they meet
On the Bridge of Sighs
And Palace of the Doge
And on the Rialto
They each strike a pose
Though all tourist spaces
Are just a facade
Content with fantasy
They don’t think it odd
The myth is quite real
To those who believe
And the city itself
Is content to deceive
Peddling its grand views,
Culture, romance, and art
And tourist traps also
Play a large part
After they’ve seen all
Their guidebooks recommend
One thing left to do
Before the trip can end
The views they’ve collected
But for their story’s sake
They must load in their bags
All the gifts they can take
The shops give welcome
With signs in all tongues
From purses and wallets
Each euro will be wrung
Venice once commanded
An empire of commerce
Though it now crumbles
It can still coerce
Made in Italy,
Authentic, special price
Wares are advertised
Using every device
The gifts are chosen
Brought home to save face
To prove to the skeptics
They’ve been to the place
Where cars are uncommon
And boats are the norm
Where architecture
Exists in every form
Muse of great artists
Innovation’s friend
Where carnivale
Never seems to end
It inspired Byron
And faced Ruskin’s slaughter
And the tourists saw it
While it’s still above water
Needing something new
They flock to fair Venice
And rent rooms with views
They set down their luggage
With hearts filled with glee
And heads filled with dreams
Of city and sea
Water laps against stone
Fat pigeons take wing
And on the canals
The gondoliers sing
With cameras in hand
Tourists take to the streets
Unaware they annoy
All the locals they meet
On the Bridge of Sighs
And Palace of the Doge
And on the Rialto
They each strike a pose
Though all tourist spaces
Are just a facade
Content with fantasy
They don’t think it odd
The myth is quite real
To those who believe
And the city itself
Is content to deceive
Peddling its grand views,
Culture, romance, and art
And tourist traps also
Play a large part
After they’ve seen all
Their guidebooks recommend
One thing left to do
Before the trip can end
The views they’ve collected
But for their story’s sake
They must load in their bags
All the gifts they can take
The shops give welcome
With signs in all tongues
From purses and wallets
Each euro will be wrung
Venice once commanded
An empire of commerce
Though it now crumbles
It can still coerce
Made in Italy,
Authentic, special price
Wares are advertised
Using every device
The gifts are chosen
Brought home to save face
To prove to the skeptics
They’ve been to the place
Where cars are uncommon
And boats are the norm
Where architecture
Exists in every form
Muse of great artists
Innovation’s friend
Where carnivale
Never seems to end
It inspired Byron
And faced Ruskin’s slaughter
And the tourists saw it
While it’s still above water
Finally, here are the slides from the PowerPoint played in the background during the reading of the poem. It should be accompanied by Loreena McKennit's La Serenissima. PowerPoint
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