Godt begyndt by Gitte Luk https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag Det journalistiske anslag en-us 2018-10-13 07:56:10 UTC 2026-02-22 08:39:20 UTC hello@padlet.com Gittes eksempel: The Case of Jane Doe Ponytail Gitteluk https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/293244266 A WOMAN BEGINS TO FALL. With her long dark hair in a ponytail and her black-and-red scarf loose around her neck, she is plummeting from a fourth-floor balcony, through the neon-charged November night.
Below awaits 40th Road, a gritty street of commerce in the Flushing section of Queens. Chinese restaurants and narrow storefronts, and dim stairwells leading to private transactions. Strivers and dawdlers and passers-by, all oblivious to what is transpiring above.
But before the pavement ends the woman’s descent, a few feet from a restaurant’s glittering Christmas tree, imagine her fall suddenly suspended — her body freeze-framed in midair. If only for a moment.
She toils in the netherworld of Flushing massage parlors, where she goes by the street name of SiSi. A youthful 38, she is in a platonic marriage to a man more than twice her age; harbors fading hopes of American citizenship; and is fond of Heineken, Red Bull and the rotisserie chicken at a Colombian place on Kissena Boulevard. Among her competitors, she is considered territorial and tireless.
It is the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and SiSi is in a shabby building’s top-floor apartment, for which she pays her “boss” a hefty fee. She has returned from a market with provisions. She has tried calling her younger brother in China, but he is asleep. She has been on the phone with friends and clients, unaware that she is in the sights of a 10-member police team working vice.
She heads downstairs to stand at her building’s entrance, a necessity of her job. Soon she is leading a man back upstairs — an officer working undercover — as her closely held cellphone casts a glow about her face. Their awkward conversation in her apartment convinces him that SiSi has broken the law, just as it convinces SiSi that he is a cop. She pushes him out and closes the door, though not to the inevitable. She knows from experience what comes next:
More police. Tromping through the dusky vestibule of her building, across the worn scarlet rug and up the 50 tiled steps. Past the Chinese sign that says if you’re looking for the driving school, you’re in the wrong place. Then right to her door.
The handcuffs. The hurried escort to a police vehicle. The humiliation. Again.]]> 2018-10-16 10:51:41 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/293244266 The falling man (esquire) Signe/Gruppe6 https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/293996944 In the picture, he departs from this earth like an arrow. Although he has not chosen his fate, he appears to have, in his last instants of life, embraced it. If he were not falling, he might very well be flying. He appears relaxed, hurtling through the air. He appears comfortable in the grip of unimaginable motion. He does not appear intimidated by gravity's divine suction or by what awaits him. His arms are by his side, only slightly outriggered. His left leg is bent at the knee, almost casually. His white shirt, or jacket, or frock, is billowing free of his black pants. His black high-tops are still on his feet. In all the other pictures, the people who did what he did—who jumped—appear to be struggling against horrific discrepancies of scale. They are made puny by the backdrop of the towers, which loom like colossi, and then by the event itself. Some of them are shirtless; their shoes fly off as they flail and fall; they look confused, as though trying to swim down the side of a mountain. The man in the picture, by contrast, is perfectly vertical, and so is in accord with the lines of the buildings behind him. He splits them, bisects them: Everything to the left of him in the picture is the North Tower; everything to the right, the South. Though oblivious to the geometric balance he has achieved, he is the essential element in the creation of a new flag, a banner composed entirely of steel bars shining in the sun. Some people who look at the picture see stoicism, willpower, a portrait of resignation; others see something else—something discordant and therefore terrible: freedom. There is something almost rebellious in the man's posture, as though once faced with the inevitability of death, he decided to get on with it; as though he were a missile, a spear, bent on attaining his own end. He is, fifteen seconds past 9:41 a.m. EST, the moment the picture is taken, in the clutches of pure physics, accelerating at a rate of thirty-two feet per second squared. He will soon be traveling at upwards of 150 miles per hour, and he is upside down. In the picture, he is frozen; in his life outside the frame, he drops and keeps dropping until he disappears]]> 2018-10-17 17:28:49 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/293996944 Gruppe 4: The Godfather https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294009649 Den indledende scene til The Godfather.
https://youtu.be/B34sntIgI4g

Hvorfor: Scenen starter med sort skærm og  en enkelt sætning udtalt af en endnu ukendt karakter: "I Believe in America". 
Med denne sætning lykkes det Francis Ford Coppola (instruktør) at sætte temaet for hele filmen. I den efterfølgende monolog bliver det gjort helt klart, at det handler om emigranter og deres ødelagte forestillinger om USA og ikke mindst den amerikanske drøm. 

Men scenens virkelige genialtet ligger i kameravinklen. Det første, vi ser, er et plaget ansigt helt tæt på med tårer i øjnene. Ikke andet. Vi ved ikke, hvem han taler til, mens han udfolder sin historie. Er det en præst, politiet eller måske til gud i kirken? Vi venter i spænding på at finde ud af det. 
Tre minutter efter får vi svaret. Det er "godfather" Don Corleone. En mand, der måske er mere magtfuldt end nogle af de førnævnte, som man erfarer i løbet af filmen. Dermed sætter denne lille og intime monolog og dialog rammen for den store fortælling i filmen samt i de efterfølgende film. ]]> 2018-10-17 17:48:34 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294009649 Gruppe 12 https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294011203 https://www.dr.dk/tv/se/indefra-med-anders-agger-3-saeson-2015/indefra-med-anders-agger-saeson-6/indefra-med-anders-agger-fixerum#!/00:45

Indefra - de første 45 sek. ]]> 2018-10-17 17:50:50 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294011203 Anna H//gruppe 11: Min søster døde, da hun blev ramt af en sølvgrå Seat Toledo. Jeg ringede til manden bag rattet - Zetland https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294011600 Jeg havde tænkt på at ringe til ham i lang tid. Måske endda helt siden ulykken 16 år tidligere. 

Igen og igen havde jeg slået det hen, påvirket af folk, som fandt idéen grotesk, eller fordi jeg ikke selv kunne overskue konsekvenserne. 

Hvordan ville det påvirke mig, min familie, Chaufføren? Ville det sætte et spor i universet, eller ville det være komplet formålsløst? Havde jeg lyst til at finde ud af det? 

Da min søster blev slået ihjel, brød min familie sammen – både os hver især og den større enhed. At sørge er i sandhed ensomt. Selv når man har mennesker tæt på sig, som man kan dele sorgen med, vil de nødvendigvis sørge med deres egen hastighed, tage imod sorgens bølger i ensomhed, som de skyller ind på forskellige tidspunkter og med varierende kraft. Vi havde brugt møjsommelige år på at samle os, reparere os og vores forhold.

https://www.zetland.dk/historie/sOMVJG75-aOMVJJ4a-fc8cd

]]> 2018-10-17 17:51:31 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294011600 Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and loathing in Las Vegas https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294053642 We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive...” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?” Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process: “What the hell are you yelling about?”]]> 2018-10-17 18:56:37 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294053642 Per Petterson: I kølvandet https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294071714 Der var noget ved det ansigt. Jeg havde aldrig set det før, men jeg kendte det alligevel, og når jeg tænker på det nu, er det ubehageligt. En eller anden gav mig et glas gin. Jeg havde fået nok allerede, jeg kan se min hånd om glasset, glasset er helt fuldt, og så husker jeg ikke mere ud over det ansigt, og nu står jeg med panden mod vinduet i døren til denne boghandel, og jeg sparker til døren. De må lukke mig ind. Jeg ved ikke, hvor længe jeg har stået her. Jeg har været ude af denne verden, og nu er jeg tilbage, og jeg føler mig ikke rask. Hvorfor er der ingen, der åbner. Jeg sparker til døren. Der går folk bag mig på fortovet, men jeg vender mig ikke om, presser ansigtet mod ruden så min næse bliver flad og stirrer ind på rækkerne af bøger. Det er mørkt derinde, men ude er det lyst. Det er morgen, det er sol i nakken, men jeg tør ikke vende mig om. Det glas gin var i går og mange mil fra denne gade i centrum af Oslo. Nogen rømmer sig og siger: Jeg tror ikke der er nogen derinde nu. Det er nok for tidligt.]]> 2018-10-17 19:33:25 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294071714 Gruppe 18 https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294082851
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, 1. kapitel https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4715588

]]> 2018-10-17 20:01:18 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294082851 Gruppe 5 https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294088073 Anslaget i Indefra med Anders Agger - Indre Mission Ungdom: https://www.dr.dk/tv/se/indefra-med-anders-agger-3-saeson-2015/indefra-med-anders-agger-saeson-6/indefra-med-anders-agger-saeson-6-6#!/01:40,autoplay=true

Starter direkte med de unge, der hver planlægger, hvad de skal bede en bøn for. Der lægges ikke skjul på, at journalisten (kameraholdet) er med, for hovedpersonen vælger i anslaget at foreslå en bøn for dokumentaren og holdet bag. At den må blive til, at de må have det godt. Man mærker fra start, at den her gruppe mennesker bruger Gud og Jesus til hvad som helst. Det er ikke kun 'fred i verden' og 'må far blive rask'. De bruger deres tro i alt, og det fanger den første sekvens, der efterfølgende erstattes af den klassiske Agger-intro. De store tanker, kernen i historien. Hvorfor der er 4,4 millioner kristne i DK, men så stor forskel på, hvordan vi tror. Tør vi sige, at vi gør det, eller er det pinligt? Hvorfor synes Indre Mission Ungdom ikke, at det er akavet?]]> 2018-10-17 20:15:48 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294088073 13 Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294214198
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded
yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles
is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-
descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still
think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most
of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.
Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these
were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces
of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small
green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and
most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

]]> 2018-10-18 07:38:55 UTC https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294214198 13 The Rum Diary https://padlet.com/Gitteluk/anslag/wish/294217163 My apartment in New York was on Perry Street, a five minute walk from the White Horse. I often drank there, but I was never accepted because I wore a tie. The real people wanted no part of me. 

I did some drinking there on the night I left for San Juan. Phil Rollins, who'd worked with me, was paying for the ale, and I was swilling it down, trying to get drunk enough to sleep on the plane. Art Millick, the most vicious cab driver in New York, was there. So was Duke Peterson, who had just come back from the Virgin Islands. I recall Peterson giving me a list of people to look up when I got to St. Thomas, but I lost the list and never met any of them. 

It was a rotten night in the middle of January, but I wore a light cord coat. Everyone else had on heavy jackets and flannel suits. The last thing I remember is standing on the dirty bricks of Hudson Street, shaking hands with Rollins and cursing the freezing wind that blew in off the river. Then I got in Millick's cab and slept all the way to the airport. 

I was late and there was a line at the reservations desk. I fell in behind fifteen or so Puerto Ricans and one small blonde girl a few places ahead of me. I pegged her for a tourist, a wild young secretary going down to the Caribbean for a two week romp. She had a fine little body and an impatient way of standing that indicated a mass of stored-up energy. I watched her intently, smiling, feeling the ale in my veins, waiting for her to turn around for a swift contact with the eyes. 
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