REVIEWS: Perfect Example – “In-Between Days”

The boredom of the in-between summer sees John and his friends going to a concert where Chuck Berry staggers onstage and off again without singing.  Loved the little "X" of an eye on one of the concertgoers (why are there no page numbers?) which is a standard comic book sign for "out of it" either by being hit on the head or from drinking as reinforced here by the cup in his hand. 

The male quandry of making the first move in a relationship is brought up as four girls walk by and Fred is the first to finally go after them and start a conversation.  Blah-blabs and ha ha’s are exchanged to indicate that a connection has been made.

An aside: the necessary music of the radio is often playing in the car or at home, indicated by a line or two of song lyrics and drawn notes.  The tendency to drive fast–or movement at all– is indicated by the burst of exhaust from the cars.   One of the guys runs into the girls the next day or so and they are all invited to one of the girls’ houses.  They stop and pee in the bushes on the way.  It’s a macho guy thing. They all go for a ride and John feels a connection with Stephanie, yet worries that she doesn’t like him, and worse, what if Kristi decides in the meantime to be his girlfriend?

A week or so goes by and John borrows his mom’s car to go see his friends–rather calm mama here for her son going out every night until four and five a.m.

John goes to this party and is surprised to see his friend Fred drinking beer (?) and realizes that they are each going their own way since they’d previously all agreed that "drinking was stupid." He wants to leave, runs into a girl named Lita that he know (indicated by dashes to from eyes to object) and unfortunately, Lita doesn’t make much of an impact as he takes off.  Somehow he’s transferred from his mom’s car to a skateboard…

Here he comes up with another profundity: he doesn’t feel he fits in with his friends , everything "seems transparent and sad’ — even as the detail within the panels of the road, houses, and blades of grass become more defined. 

Depressed, he goes back to the party and hides in his friend’s bedroom alone until Lita comes in and they make out until four a.m.  John is more confused than ever now.

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REVIEWS: Perfect Example – “Haircutting Time”

In this episode–what I’ve been calling the separate "books" or stories within this work–we get a closer look into John’s psyche and his depression. 

Porcellino opens with environment, showing an image of John’s house in Hoffman Estates, IL that indicates middle-class neighborhood, and one of my questions from the earlier story is answered: John’s bedroom is in the basement.  Previously, he was awakened and went upstairs for breakfast. This is one of the cool things about comics/graphic novels: it is the epitomy of "show, don’t tell."

So John’s depressed, as evidenced not only by his apparent boredom, but by his near fetal position as he sorts out his thoughts.  He is talked to by his parents and told to get a haircut.  He asks his sister to give him one and amid falling hair, we see that his sister is also upset, wondering "Why do they hate us?"  So she’s likely not much older than John.  As he views himself in the mirror, hair cut short as his parents required, he wonders about the purpose of life.  "People, places, things come and go, but they’re no more real than shadows on a wall."  Here I detect a more adult thinking about the world and life, trying to put it all into perspective, going beyond the immature "me" to signify a relationship with all mankind in its common question.

John goes out with his best friend Fred for a ride and a walk down the railroad tracks (symbolic perhaps of the beginning of a journey) and they ask each other their plans after high school graduation.  John isn’t sure and while he mentions joining Greenpeace, he is easily swayed by his buddy’s derision.  Meanwhile, Fred knows that he’s going to Northern (editorial note: Northern Illinois University) and suggests that John join him, however, Fred knows it’s in DeKalb, but doesn’t seem to know where that is…

John returns home in a much better mood after his time spent with Fred (patting the dog which he previously pushed aside when he left the house) and decides to call Kristi to ask her to be his girlfriend.  Still in a good mood, he writes in his journal "Something I learned today, never look straight int the sun’s rays."  However, these two panels are different–evidently indicating a different time and we see also that John’s hair is long here. 

While the panels continue in their straight-edged format, John’s hair is a long as he meets with Kristi and asked her to be his girl.  She naturally leaves him hanging and we go back to the dreamlike edges of her answer and his remark, "letting all the sun shine in." 

His reflection returns to the day of the haircut, and even his dog is asleep which prompts "nothing at all to depend on, sometimes I don’t even feel like I’m alive."

John evidently did apply to Northern (and we hope he learns where it is before September) and tells his mother who greatly approves.  There is one panel where they just stand there looking at each other without conversation, and this may symbolize a turning point in their relationship. 

John is happy, thinking about college, goes to the library, and totally doesn’t listen as the librarian asks him to leave the skateboard outside.  He’s in the "Weirdo, Neat Stuff, Love and Rockets" book section. We begin to wonder if John is truly ready for college.  There is a thunderstorm as John walks home,  and the story ends with the ominous "and the summer had just begun."

Interesting, more so than the first quick read-through.  Still, there is a sense that things will continue in an up and down pattern for our protagonist.  But then, isn’t this a "Perfect Example" of life for the average person?

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WRITING: Objects Telling Tales

The scene: Morning light in a carless garage

The players: Two motorcycles and two Hitchcock rocking chairs.

The place in time: The rockers from two generations gone. The bikes from a once more daring spouse.

The story:  Could be anything…

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WRITING: Missing: Links

Definite gap in the program here at the Tunxis CC Writers Festival scheduled for Wednesday, April 23rd — a class night though the program will be mainly into music by the time our class starts and yes, music is another means of telling story just as is dance.

No show of hypertext. Even as we move forward we tread so silently.

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REALITY?: Things

It struck me as a bit odd, in our garage, two motorcycles next to two rocking chairs.

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WRITING: Final Draft

Two students promised more indepth critique on A Bottle of Beer, and though I’ve been working hard on editing it these past two weeks, I’m looking forward as well to their notes.

Don’t know what’s going to happen to this piece of work, but I have taken the precaution of copying it into a word processing program just in case the Hypertextopia site disappears after its creator, Jeremy Ashkenas, graduates and moves on with his life–since this was a thesis project, I believe; though I hope he takes it further as he himself explores new areas of hypertext means and methods.

It’s tough to let go of something that you’ve put so much time and thought into.  Does it become just one more learning process, one more practice shot at story?  There’s no way that this particular piece will work in any traditional text manner.  It can be done, but it wouldn’t be rightly presented. 

Now, on to Storyspace and a new tale to tell.

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REALITY?: The Weird World of Medicine (a.k.a. More on the Dumbing Down Process)

Saw this ad last night on TV for Reclast, only I was "too busy" to post on it:

Once-A-Year Reclast (zoledronic acid) Injection
It doesn’t
matter whether you’re on-the-go or savoring your solitude—imagine being
able to have a once-yearly treatment for your osteoporosis. Reclast is
the only prescription treatment for postmenopausal osteoporosis that
works in just one annual intravenous (IV) dose a year. It’s given by a
nurse or doctor and takes at least 15 minutes. A single dose, along with daily calcium and
vitamin D, helps strengthen your bones and protect them from fracture
for 12 full months.

I’ve posted before on Sally Fields and her wonder over Boniva, the bone density medication taken only once a month instead of once a week. I’m a busy woman, but I sure thought that I would find time to take maybe three more minutes (more like three seconds) to take a pill once a week.  Now they’ve dumped Sally in the dirt because someone (who?  busy women?  greedy pharmaceutical companies?) felt that just was too much time spent on a prescription medication.  So they’ve come up with one dose a year.  But it’s not about time really, is it…

Spending fifteen minutes (that’s not counting waiting time cause he’s got patients stacked up higher than airline reservations) once a year at the doctor’s office for this miracle IV has frankly got to take up more time than popping a monthly, or even weekly pill.  After all, we at the very least take our vitamins every day anyway, and (now this is funny) note the " A single dose, along with daily calcium and
vitamin D…"

No, it’s about two things: One is obviously competition and money.  The other I believe is targeting the elderly (over 45 and menopausal) for their tendency to be forgetful. 

Though I suppose I can’t really cry "age discrimination" since there’s already a monthly contraceptive patch for the busy, forgetful young movers and shakers who are being persuaded that taking a few seconds to swallow a daily pill might cut into their time for the actual sex that this is all about.

Honestly, I think we’re getting dumber and dumber with each of some of these new and improved, for our own good and busy lives, products.  And I think that what I resent most of all is that corporations are making tons of money on convincing us we are getting dumber.

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REALITY?: Cirque du Soleil

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen any Broadway shows but for a while now I’ve been really wanting to see something from Cirque du Soleil and Kooza is coming to Hartford.  All I need to do is find someone else who would like to see it with me (I’ll go alone to a Willie concert, just so no one holds me back should I hop his bus).
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REVIEWS: Cathedral – Honesty

One thing that I love about Carver’s work is his frankness in expression, unaffected by the fear of political correctness and yet he gets the meaning across in a down-to-earth manner that is more effective because a lot of people can recognize themselves in the the humanness of the flaws of the characters.

The narrator/husband is obviously flippant and resentful of his wife’s associations with her first husband, but even more so, with Robert, "the blind man."  Yet he has opportunity to sympathize with Robert because he just recently lost his wife.  How does our narrator see something to which he can feel superior?  This:

“They’d married, lived and worked together, slept together—had sex, sure—and then the blind man had to bury her. All this without his having ever seen what the goddamned woman looked like. It was beyond my understanding.”

That’s an incredible commentary on a relationship. 

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REVIEWS: :Cathedral – Notemaking

There probably was a similar feature in Windows Word but I never used it.  This is Mac’s iPages and the sidespace with comments that make it so easy to make notations as I read.  I’ve got to figure out if it can be printed this way–neat idea for workshopping (and prof’s notes) so that it’s easier to read commentary.

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REVIEWS: Cathedral

I do like Raymond Carver’s work and so I decided to start on this a little earlier, found it online and printed it out (some things don’t change–it’s easier to mark and read, though I may try sticking it into iPages and using their comment feature, just for grins). 

Just a couple pages in, but these things shout out to me: short, clipped sentences; little imagery, first person pov is really telling of the emotion–yet saying without saying.  On this last point, I get a strong feeling of resentment on the part of the first person narrator, the husband, towards the blind man–beyond the obviously stated.  For example, while he offers "But instead of dying, she got sick.  She threw up.  Her offier–why should he have a name? he was the childhood sweetheart, and what more does he want?–" that clearly shows disdain for his wife’s first husband, it points out clearly that he narrator did not give a name to "the blind man" either up to this point in the story and yet it has focused on him more definitely than anyone else, even starting his story out with "This blind man…"

A lot of information given here in the opening, and we get a clear view of the narrator through his descriptions and opinions of others.  There is a jealousy over his wife’s associations with the other two men.

More to come.

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TECHNOLOGY: Baby Steps

I’ve taken the initiative of setting up a website, having purchased and registered a domain (no, not susangibb.com which I wanted; someone’s taken it and not set up a site.  I’ve a sneaky suspicion that someone is me in an attempt several years ago to do this but I can’t find out for sure.) and set up a site with a host server.  That’s as far as I’ve gotten, and I’ll be learning as I go as to whether I can grab WordPress to set up a viable site or whether I start with Lunarpages’ simple version of readymade.  It’s astounding how little I know about how this whole thing works.  Weblog services such as Typepad make it so easy to create neat sites with just about all the bells and whistles that one gets a bit lax about standing up and taking over complete control.  Feeling like an idiot about these things is another reason to procrastinate.

I’m not sure how it will all play out, since I have three weblogs active right now and there was a reason for the separation.  Spinnning has been going nearly five years and I hate to lose the name but it really doesn’t cover the hyptertext weblog or class blogs as far as product identification.

There’s time to work this all out–Typepad’s good through October or November I believe.  Everything may be transferred or it may just be archived on my hard drive as I start from scratch.  It’d be sort of neat to recreate my internet persona.  This time, I might come back as thirty-something, natural blonde, five foot five, with a Masters and built like a brick….

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REVIEWS: John Porcellino’s Perfect Example

Rereading this for class, slower, more carefully.  I still don’t particularly care for it, but that doesn’t matter because there are some good things here to be found.

The first segment, Belmont Harbor, has a basic story of John waking up, going to school, seeing his friends, making plans to go places, and a turning point when his friends buy liquor and John finds pills in his friend Tina’s room.  John chooses not to partake, and naturally there’s the feeling of being uncool of which teens are so deathly afraid.

There’s the need to be one of the crowd and the loneliness that is exaggerated in John’s mind.  There’s the boredom and frustration that can best be described by ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’ –though that doesn’t really change with age, those words sometimes being the best descriptor of a situation–but the indiscriminate use is half reasonable and half just rebellion and effect.  The problems of young people are always the same, so the story is not exciting except perhaps in its appeal for that very reason: everybody’s been there.

The comic strip is as intricate in its use of panels and graphic expression as hypertext is with its paths and text boxes.  I feel Porcellino’s artwork is not as great as many I’ve seen, yet it does have a simplicity that is perhaps more likely to invite a feeling of commonality or empathy.  While certain series of panels seem to go on a bit longer than I would see as necessary–particularly the last section where there are about 16 panels indicating John’s separateness from his friends and his resulting depression.  I also didn’t quite follow the symbolism in the revelation he seems to find which comprises the last 5 panels.

There’s a particularly interesting effect when John is in Tina’s house looking around at her things, as if learning about her by examining her environment.  When he finds and asks her about a small vial and she answers, "poppers," there’s a change in the mood.  Porcellino shows this nicely: An empty ‘thought balloon,’ is John’s response.  In the next panel, Tina is talking, but her text balloon just shows some tiny dots–John evidently is not listening.  More importantly, Tina does not have a body, just her head. She has lost something of her identity to John.  This is one of the great things about comic strips and graphic novels that is different from the techniques used in text.

It will be interesting to get more insight on this from the other students.

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WRITING: Awwwh, and Ahah!

Roberta at Elusive Abstractions shows off her two month-old grandson (that’s the Awwwh!) and then goes on to share a wonderful scene with her older grandson who at five has discovered the power of writing:

What I really want to tell you more so than this trivia is how excited I am about Grandson’s yen to write stories. He told me he knew some magic. And the magic he explained to me is that he knows all his letters. And with those letters, he told me, he can make ALL words.

And with words, he told me, he can write sentences that say anything he wants to say.

“Did you know,” he asks, with his eyes so big and excited, “that I can do that if you help me spell the words? That’s all you need to do and I can explain anything, tell you anything.”

He runs to get a paper and pencil. “Now you help me,” he says, “and I will write a story.”

I love that, the sense of empowerment, the sense of joy in writing.  Roberta takes him a little further:

So just to be silly, I say to him, “ ‘Flexible’ is a pretty big word. Makes me think of another big word. The word is ‘inexplicable’. Do you know what that means?”

“What?” he asks, with head tipped and eyes intent on my face.

“It means,” I said, “something that cannot be explained. That words cannot be found to tell it.”

I had no idea the little storyteller-wordsmith would be so crushed by this bit of information. He gave me the tribal look of disappointment.

“I don’t like that word,” he said. “I don’t like it at all. Me? I can tell anything unless it is a secret. Like for your birthday or for Christmas. There is a way to tell everything. You just have to use the right words.”

There is such wisdom in the mind of children because they don’t complicate things as adults do.  There are simple truths and they accept them; when something happens to seemingly conflict, they find a way to assimilate the new data into the facts to keep it simple:

Later, I heard Grandson tell his Mom. “Know what, Mom? If something is ‘inexplicable’, you can’t explain it. That’s what that word means. You can’t, but I can!”

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REALITY?: Easter Leftovers

The feeling is there, even though it’s not particularly religious.  It is human, and human wants to label things and maybe things that are good go together with God and church and religion.  The fact that Easter becomes fraught with bunnies and chocolate eggs instead of sacrifice and death is just a symbol after all.  And tradition does have meaning, meaning roots.  Dinner shared with family or with friends has all the blessedness one needs to derive from life.  A bounty, love, and sharing. 

Today the house is clean and I relax a bit.  I change the water in the bouquet that Gus had brought me.  I eat the coconut custard pie that Biz brought, knowing it’s my favorite.  Thankful too to Jim for helping out to make the time go smoothly and of course, to carve the ham.  What better folks to share the days with than three of my favorite men.  I am indeed a lucky woman.

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