WRITING: Perception

Nothing’s black or white, cast in stone; everything has as many meanings as there are readers and viewers.  This I believe more firmly with each day of my life.

You all may have seen this ad on TV for the Clever Clasp magnetic jewelry addition to make it easier to connect a necklace around your own neck.  Sure you have; it’s one of those "wait, order now and we’ll send you absolutely free…" annoying ads, usually for some hokey stuff you don’t really need.  But then again, perception often changes what we see.

I watched this ad a couple times, half-hearing it as I did other things on the laptop.  Then it hit me: with the magnetic connection and links, this was the perfect answer to hold a door shut on a double-framed piece that needed the glass door to be open upon occasion for accessibility.  I’ve been racking my brain on this, even looking at cabinet magnets, all kinds of locks and handles, etc., but the problem was the small face surface of the frame and the need for aesthetics on the piece. 

I ordered; it works.

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LITERATURE: Glimmer Train #55 – Relationships

The next selection also has illness and death as themes.  Footsteps by Yunny Chen involves a relationship between a man and a woman; long-lived, married, and in the way of this, still secretive about feelings. 

There is a difference between the personalities that is made more intense by the difference in their religious faith, by the childlessness which burdened their marriage, by family disapproval, and yet, even though they met through a marriage broker, there is a developed strong bond of love.  The wife is dying of cancer, the husband is trying to cope.  There is the usual self-protective instincts that illness brings, and the softness of true caring that often only comes out on the bad days, the rough times. 

It’s a well written story of love and faith and what two people build together that keeps them together.  Nicely done without any overly dramatic scenarios.  Through some backstory vignettes, we see what they have overcome and how they’ve established their stand through compromise, the author giving us just enough to set the images of forty years to come to this time where the threat of separation is very real.  A good read.

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REALITY?: Links

Too bad it’s not a case of global cooling… 

Sitting here thinking about the world situation.  Thinking future changes to the environment (and why is that so strange?  The earth has changed its makeup constantly.) and thinking of the power that lies beneath us–magma.  Devising a global heating–and energy–system by boring into the core.  Renegotiating pathways within the earth’s crust just as the rivers cut into continents from the sea.  I wonder how the plans are going on drilling into the mantle?

Progress seems to spread out into networks.  Airplane routes and highways; communication, the internet.  What else can we tap and share?  Maybe we should be looking down instead of up.

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REALITY?: Chocolate Cake Day

I’ve tried to put it off, I really have.  Because of those extra pounds that showed up on the cardiologist’s scale (though only half that many showed up on mine at home.)  But times are tough, and chocolate cake with cream cheese filling, and as many semi-sweet chocolate bits that the cake can possibly support, is the only way to overcome it all.

He doesn’t eat any of it–though there may be a brief window of time in which it is available to him.  With no one visiting, I shall eat it all.

Waiting on the mailman; the envelopes I recognize as those I addressed myself are most unwelcome.  As the days go by the absence of these I take as good news–so far.  The absence of another, different envelope is not good news.  That means only that I’m not even in the running.

But all can be accepted–for a day or two at most–because of chocolate cake.

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LITERATURE: Glimmer Train #55 – Human Nature

All of Me, by Erika Krouse is a story about change, physical, mental and emotional.  A man is recuperating from a heart transplant operation.  A knock on his door one door bring with it a young woman who claims that the heart he has been given is that of her past lover.  The girl is everything the man is not; quirky, emotional, eccentric, open, loving.  She moves in with him, insisting that she has that right, and while it takes them a while, they become lovers.

The man is changed–one of those all important elements of story–but by what?  Is it truly the heart that lays out who we are, or is it a case o having been so close to the possibility of death.  The latter is certainly a common experience; the survivor gets a new lease on life and immediately mends his ways.  There is one thing that the man makes a decision on–the changes in personality (for the better) he accepts and is glad about–and that is to discontinue taking his medication that prevents rejection of the heart.  He feels that though the risk is there, he prefers to live without the sickness the meds bring with them.  What he feels also, is that the girl loves him, no longer with him for the old love’s heart, but for himself.

Very nicely written, very relative, very interesting story here.

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CURRENT AFFAIRS: Rights and Common Sense

Locally, a Seymour, CT woman is attempting to ban peanut butter from the school where her six year-old son is a student.  Nothing frivolous here–the boy is dangerously allergic to peanuts and can easily go into anaphalactic shock, risking almost immediate death. 

But banning the sale of peanut products in a whole school just for one child?  Yes, it’s a clear danger to him, but at age six, he can be made completely aware of the deadly importance that he not eat (or stick it in his eyes, evidently).  Teachers are also alert to his condition and have epinephrine vials handy.  While it’s hard to compare a few hundred kids not eating peanuts in school to the possibility of the death of a single child, it’s not a given that he will come in contact with it (the mother mentioned it getting on computer keys from a child’s fingers, then her child using that keyboard and sticking his fingers in his mouth or eyes.)

About a year or two ago, also in Connecticut, a streetful of large old trees were cut down because of a child’s allergy.  This wasn’t where he lived–it was where his grandmother lived and he occasionally visited.

Really, while I completely sympathize, there’s got to be some common sense input and responsibilty on the part of the individual rather than force changes on a society for that single individual.  He can wear gloves, he can eat lunch at a table that has been thoroughly cleaned and with kids who do not have peanut butter sandwiches.  There’s home schooling and remote classroom as viable alternatives.  Hey, why can’t Mom just pick him up for lunch?  Well maybe she’s working at her job.  But then, what’s more important to her: her son or her job?  His parents can make adjustments and teach him to overcome by making adjustments.  What are they teaching him instead?  That laws can be made to accomodate his unfortunate problem?  After elementary school, will the high school then be forced to ban peanut butter for four years?  Will Harvard go along with it after that?  And how to lift the ban as he moves along through the system?  Wouldn’t it make more sense to teach him how to get along in the real world by making concessions as we all do for one reason or another? 

God help the Seymour school system when parents start bringing up the other dangerous allergies that kids may have to products such as nuts, milk, and latex.  And try banning bees from the schoolyard.

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WRITING: Story

What is more dramatic, more vital and more relative to story than the ongoing process of life and death?

The other day I watched a turkey vulture in our backyard dine on squirrel.

Life is continuous, one generation, one species feeding on another.

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WRITING: Reading Like a Writer – Telling can be okay

I’m not sure what kind of reviews this book got, but for me, Francine Prose has some damn good ideas.

In explicating a passage from Alice Munro’s Dulse, she notes that Munro’s clean and simple style still allows for movement and information that is more "telling" than showing; yet it allows even more vividly a conciseness of language. 

And the warning against telling leads to a confusion that causes novice writers to think that everything should be acted out–don’t tell us a character is happy, show us how she screams "yay" and jumps up and down for joy–when in fact the responsibility of showing should be assumed by the energetic and specific use of languages.

A lot of time would have been wasted had Alice Munro believed that she could not begin her story until she had shown us Lydia working as an editor, writing poetry,  breaking up with her lover, dealing with her children, getting divorced, growing older, and taking all the steps that led up to the moment at which the story rightly begins.  (p. 25)

I see this contradiction brought up in many workshop and critique groups that are fresh from classes or how-to books on writing; they’ve learned to spot the "telling" scenes and joyfully suggest better methods which always include "action".  But what they are overlooking is Prose’s point:  brevity is necessary for the unimportant but necessary parts of story.  Brevity is best achieved by straightforward telling.

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LITERATURE: Glimmer Train #55 – A Couple Selections

Not reading this one in the traditional manner–front to back; skipping around to what appeals at the time.

Sightseeing, by Rattawut Lapcharoensap, is a short story that seems to contain all the necessary elements of method to make a story work.  There is a theme–sight; the story is about a young man (first person pov narrator) who is deciding to put off going off to college because of his mother’s impending blindness.  The plot is linear, with the timeline encompassing their departure on a "vacation" while the mother can still see, along with some minor backstory to enhance the relationship.  The conflicts are clear: the mother may lose her vision at any time, and the son is giving up his dreams of furthering his education.  The characters are portrayed in their relationship both by dialogue and by in particular, the mother’s dealings with a merchant when she purchases a pair of sunglasses along with her seasickness on a part of the journey.  I loved the easy way the story flowed with interesting characters, a dramatic event held to a low key approach, and an ending that keeps the reader thinking about the story.

Goodwill Gestures by Leo Hwang is fairly interesting in story, but for me, fell short in that the timelines hopped around (fine, I can handle that) without leaving the reader with a full sense of the characters.  Too many characters involved in a simple story.

David Cates’ Things You Cannot Know was well enough written, yet I never felt a connection with the first person POV narrator nor cared about her problems.  Again here, a few too many rambling histories of secondary characters.  The ending was unsatisfying in what the protagonist has actually come around to thinking, despite a final scene where a shower might have had some meaning deeper than just thinking time.

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WRITING: Deadline Time Again

For many of the literary journals, March 31st marks the deadline for reading until September.  The pressure’s on.

So scattered though in thought that all the stories screaming out for editing are heard as one loud siren wailing in my head.

I think instead,

I’ll just go back to bed.

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POETRY: Spring to Summer

March is just plain mean
and April is apprising of
the possibility of Spring.
May’s an iffy month.
Hot as the Sahara or
touched with coolness stolen
from frosty memories.
Yes, May is could and can and
May is may.
June comes whispering through lips
pursed into a kiss
just to speak its name.
The jewels come with July;
handfuls tossed into the night sky
sparkling in the blues
of sapphire, red of rubies,
white crystal bursts
of diamonds on the Fourth.
August is Aw, God
in its selfish,hellish heat.
One last reminder to
prepare for change.

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LITERATURE: A Kiss in Space

A few of my framing customers have upon occasion given me gifts of appreciation and Saturday, one gave me this book of the poems of Mary Jo Salter.  This 1999 collection is an exceptional one that encompasses so many moods and historical events shown in a personal and eloquent manner:

…When the Mir/ invited the first American/ astronaut to swim in the pool/ of knowledge with Russians, he floated/ exactly as he would have in space/ stations of our own; no lane/ to stay in, no line to determine/ the deep end, Norman Thagard/ hovered on the ceiling something/ like an angel in a painting/ (but done without the hard/ outline sof Botticelli; more/ like a seraph’s sonogram),/ and turned to Yelena Kondakova/ as his cheek received her kiss.  (p. 80)

This is from the title poem, A Kiss in Space.  What ethereal reality here. What wonderful incongruity of down-to-earth in a space setting.  The wall between is a blur, as Salter states in the opening lines of the poem, "That the picture in The Times is a blur is itself an accuracy."  There’s a softness to the image given the Botticelli angel, and yet describes it as not having the hardness.  She goes on to describe the American flag as being "hung in a stiff crumple, because it would not fall" (naturally, as it would on earth).  There’s such a contrast of images that elegantly tie in the most obvious contrast of all: the Russians and the Americans and their history.   

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REALITY?: And Dreams

The Dream:  I wake to Jim coughing hard, slip out of bed and squeeze from a tube several translucent strips of medicine.   They are the diameter of toothpaste, violet blue with glitter suspended within.  I bring them back into the bedroom in a little pile in my hand, kneel by his bedside and give him one.  He is miraculously cured.

The Reality:  I wake to Jim coughing hard.  He slips out of bed and closes the door, says "I don’t want to keep you awake."  I wiggle over to his warm side of the bed, and holler out, "There’s Nyquil in the cabinet," and fall back to sleep.

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BLOGGING: Feed Fix

Yay!  I fixed it!  All on my own, thank you very much.  No offers of help poured in–not even a drizzle so either we have a case here of that "distancing" that I was alluding to as far as feeds are concerned and this just proved my theory, or nobody saw the posts beyond 2004 or cared.

This little glitch in the system took yesterday and all of today’s computer time, so no reading or creative output was in the cards.  Just for my own notes, I believe what fixed the feed problem was adding the rss 2.0 and atom feeds into the templates–though I put them in as modules first and when that didn’t work, put them in as index templates.

Now I’m working on a FTP situation–something I’ve never done before–because Cindy has so generously made up some MP3 files for me for the new media project.  But this time I went direct to a computer guy for help after trying to figure it out for myself for half a night.  Should work, and I’ve just learned something new.

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BLOGGING & REALITY?: Testing

I suppose it was that post knocking the concept of feeds, and the wrong people read it.  I’m still stuck in 2004.  This post is just a test to see if the new modules I put into the templates for RSS 2.0 and atom.xl help sort things out. 

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