Tuesday, September 24, 2013

What To Do?

I have been away for a little while, trying to make a decision of what I want to do when I grow up. I finished my last show in the middle of June and have been pondering this decision ever since.


I needed to choose from among my several talents and focus on one of them. You see, I've been floating lately - Jumping from Photography,


To Acting,



To Writing, to Drawing, to Designing, to... you get the idea... I have a lot of different talents to chose from. and I'm not complaining. It's nice to be able to do so many things (If my friends are to be believed...) well.

I've even been taking some workshops and classes...


The only thing that was clear to me when I started this process was the fact that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I never wanted to produce again... At least, not until I was getting paid for it.

Producing for small theater had no real rewards to it. It's like herding kittens. I used to produce for my ex-wife, before she became my Ex, until one time I couldn't and it was one of the (minor) contributing factors to my divorce.

Don't get me wrong, we put on good to great shows, but the headaches were many.

This time, it looks like it cost me a friend. I'm still connected to him on Facebook, but I haven't heard from him in months.

Anyway, back to what to do about focus...

I have always been a jack of all trades creatively. It's really like trying to chose your favorite child. I've gotten suggestions from different people whose opinion I trust, but haven't got more than two votes for any particular talent.

I really don't know... Suggestions anyone.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

NaPoWriMo - Day Six

I had to go into work today to email out something I promised someone on Thursday... Thus I was here and able to post Day six on day six.

Huzzah!

The Prompt: (I don't think I got it quite right...)

And now, our (completely optional) prompt for the day! This might seem like a bit of a downer, but I challenge you to write a valediction. This is a poem of farewell. Perhaps the most famous one is John Donne’s A Valediction Forbidding Mourning, which turns the act of saying good-bye into a very tender love poem. But your poem could say “good-bye” (and maybe good riddance!) to anything or anyone. A good-bye to winter might be in order, for example. Or good-bye to the week-old easter eggs in your refrigerator. Light or serious, long or short, it’s up to you!


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Because:

I close my eyes
and you are gone,
a figment of what was.
a wisp of dream.
a happy home.
gone all because... "Because".

You had no reason.
you gave no signs.
spoke only that cursed word.
I want more,
I needed more,
though none was ever offered.

An absent love
now hides my smile.
I only feel my flaws.
my heart is broke
I am alone
And all because... "Because".

4-6-13




Friday, April 5, 2013

Day 5 NaPoWriMo - Cinquain

The prompt from NaPoWriMo:

But now we have a new prompt to deal with! Because I am a rather obvious person at heart, I challenge you to write a cinquain on this, the fifth day of NaPoWriMo. A cinquain is a poem that employs stanzas with five lines. Each line has a certain number of accented or stressed syllables, and a certain number of overall syllables per line. In the “American” cinquain, a form invented by a woman with the highly unfortunate name of Adelaide Crapsey, the number of stresses per line is 1-2-3-4-1, and the number of syllables is 2-4-6-8-2. So the first line would have two syllables, one stressed and one unstressed. The second line would have four syllables, two of which are stressed, and so on. This kind of accent/syllabic verse can be a bit frustrating at first, but it’s useful for learning to sharpen up your language!

The Definition I follow...

Cinquain Poetry has five lines.

Line 1 is one word (the title)
Line 2 is two words that describe the title.
Line 3 is three words that tell the action
Line 4 is four words that express the feeling
Line 5 is one word that recalls the title


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1)
Writing
Myriad Words
Thrown On Pages
Trying To Make Sense
Author

2)
Heartbreak
Emotional Loss
Pulled From Within
Where Did We Fail
Farewell

3)
Breathing
Lungs Expand
Precious Air Intake
Chest Feels So Tight
Exhale

4-5-13


Okay, I'm all caught up - Have no internet until Monday - and will have to play catch up again - You all have a wonderful weekend.

NaPoWriMo... Day 4



The prompt:

Our prompt for today (again — totally optional!) is a little odd, but here goes. Recently, I read an article about the Scottish science fiction writer Iain M. Banks. His books often have spaceships in them. And those spaceships have extremely odd, poetic names. Like:
Prosthetic Conscience
Irregular Apocalypse
Unfortunate Conflict of Interest
Gunboat Diplomat
Very Little Gravitas Indeed
A Series of Unlikely Explanations
Just Another Victim of the Ambient Morality
Jaundiced Outlook
Frank Exchange of Views
Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill
Falling Outside the Normal Moral Constraints
Abundance of Onslaught
Refreshingly Unconcerned With the Vulgar Exigencies of Veracity
A Fine Disregard For Awkward Facts

So your challenge for today is to write a poem with a title drawn from one of these spaceship names. Feel free to pick a genuine Banks, like the ones listed above, or to take one from the twitter. And if you think of your own Banks-like spaceship name title, feel free to use that!

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Very Little Gravitas:

So
serious...
she
said.

Words
that
strike
me
to 
the 
utmost.

Her
bored
eyes
bare
no
malice,
but
no 
interest
is
born
there
as
well...

I 
know
what
it 
is
to
have
fun.

The
type
ten-
year-
olds
crave
when 
faced 
with
homework.

Avoidance
tactics
serendipitously
performed
when
parents
ask
you
to
take
out
the 
trash...

Or

When 
they 
want 
you 
to 
walk
your
little
sister
to
school
when
you
only
hunger
to 
run 
with 
the
other
boys.

The 
type
of 
boisterous
ballyhoo
that
adults 
rarely
understand
nor 
can 
achieve
without
the 
proper
amount
of 
alcohol
consumed.

I 
know
how
to
have 
fun!

You 
just
don't
know
how
to
recognise
it...

4-5-13

Very first draft, but I'm behind in my posts. So bare with me.








NaPoWriMo Day 3

Okay, the last few days have been hell, and this &%&%^@)%^ prompt for day three of NaPoWriMo drove me insane...

And now, our prompt (remember — these are optional, so if they don’t inspire you or you have an idea of your own you want to work with, go ahead!). I’m playing to my own strengths here, but I challenge you to write a sea shanty (or shantey, or chanty, or chantey — there’s a good deal of disagreement regarding the spelling!). Anyway, these are poems in the forms of songs, strongly rhymed and rhythmic, that sailors might sing while hauling on ropes and performing other sea-going labors. Probably the two most famous sea shanties are What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor? and Blow the Man Down. And what should your poem be about? Well, I suppose it could be about anything, although some nautical phrases tossed into the chorus would be good for keeping the sea in your shanty. Haul away, boys, haul away!

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I spent two days trying to come up with a Sea Shanty, half a dozen versions which I WILL NOT post here, because they sucked...

But I had an out - You don't have to follow the prompt, so after trying, and trying and trying I gave up and wrote this:

Sea Alt:

A little "c" saw
what the Bering Sea sees
and was over come
with jealousy.

"I'll never be
as mighty
as the raging sea..."
The little "c" said to the lower case "b".

"I know what you mean."
said the lower case "b",
"I want to fly high,
see what the bumble bee sees."

"To fly in the sky,
over long, tall  oak trees
is a dream I still dream."
Said the lower case "b".

"Then, I'll see you tonight."
Said the tired little "c".
"When we sleep and we dream,
and can be what we'll be."

So, off they both went.
The "c" and the "b".
To their own little beds
and to dream mighty dreams,

4-4-13

Okay, it mentions the sea in it, does it count?

It's not done, but it tickled my fancy...

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

NaPoWriMo Poem - Day 2









Not quite sure this fits the prompt - but what the hey...

The Prompt:

And now, the prompt! Today’s prompt is drawn from an idea that Kelsey Howard gave me — that of a poem that tells a lie. I think you could have a poem that’s all lies (that could be very funny — full of things like “the sun is the size of a nickel”) or a poem that steadily builds to telling one big whopper. I can imagine these being very poignant, or very much like goofy shaggy-dog stories. I suppose it all comes down to what you want to lie about!


The Poem:

Catch me if you can:

Somewhere in the pink ocean
delicate red jays swim,
through Asiago coral
and spaghetti squash sea weed,
nibbling on giggling lady finger flesh.

It tickles their blood streams
to wiggle through the water
torturing  tortellini turtles,
and half-baked bandicoots
in their wake...

Spelunking never tasted
so good.

04/02/13

Monday, April 1, 2013

I'm about to join a friend of mine in the NaPoWriMo. Writing one poem a day for the month of April.






Let's see... They give prompts, but you don't have to use them...

PROMPT:


And now, our prompt! (The prompts are totally optional, by the way — use ‘em or ignore ‘em as you see fit.) Continuing with the theme of firsts, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that has the same first line as another poem. You can use a favorite poem, pick up a random book of poetry and get a first line that way, or perhaps use one of the following:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
She walks in beauty, like the night
Slowly, silently, now the moon
anyone lived in a pretty how town


Can I find my own in the short time I have to do this?

Poem I like:

from the long hallways
voices of the people rise
in the morning haze
- Oshima Ryota 

Take the first line -

from the long hallways

Then add my lines

cold light seeps beneath locked doors
what lies behind them

My haiku from the prompt...

from the long hallways
cold light seeps beneath locked doors
what lies behind them

Well, that was my first shot - we'll see if i can keep up with them - even though I may not get to post until I'm at work. Limited access to the internet on weekends...

Wish me luck.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Another Great Man Gone...

Yesterday morning I received news that my Ex's father had passed away. First from a friend, and then in an email from my Ex. I don't hear from her often, and it's usually only after something major has happened. The email I received from her last, was one about her struggles with breast cancer. Suffice to say, this has not been a good year for her.

Last night I was supposed to tell a story at Story Salon. I had planned to talk about the days I spent in Fresno, last week for my birthday. It was going to be a short tale about how a large symbol of my childhood had been torn out by the roots, and how a few other small things had chipped away as well.

Instead, I got up and paid a little tribute to her father. It started out all right, but I was then overcome by the emotion of it all. I didn't bawl my eyes out, but tears flowed and I was barely able to get the last words out.

Ron was a good man. A wise man. A patient man and a great father. He had his flaws as all of us do, but of the several things I remember, one particular remembrance stood out. When my Ex had asked me to leave, and was saying some pretty bad things about me, Ron came to me and asked me one question, and I answered him. To his credit, he believed me. He told me it takes two to make a marriage and two to make it end. That it was never one hundred percent one persons fault...

He then said he hoped I would keep in touch...

Sadly, I never did.

That is my fault...

Monday, July 23, 2012

A Couple Of Things...



IRONY

noun, plural i·ro·nies.
1.
the use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning: the irony of her reply, “How nice!” when I said I had to work all weekend.
2.
Literature .
a.
a technique of indicating, as through character or plot development, an intention or attitude opposite to that which is actually or ostensibly stated.
b.
(especially in contemporary writing) a manner of organizing a work so as to give full expression to contradictory or complementary impulses, attitudes, etc., especially as a means of indicating detachment from a subject, theme, or emotion.
3. 
Socratic Irony
4. 
dramatic Irony
5.
an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.

Why the definition?... 

Last week I did a story at "The Story Salon" L.A.'s longest running story telling venue. What did I tell? Well, I told the short tale of my doing the Key note speech at that eighth grade graduation in June.

Beverly (the lady who runs it) wanted to hear my speech and a short lead in tale of why I did it. I failed the why portion, but did the speech part as the opening to the night. 

Why the irony?...

I decided to do the speech because out of everyone at the graduation, nobody managed to get the speech on either video, or audio, so I decided to do it again at "The Story Salon" because they video tape every single show... Except this one... The person who normally videos everything was out sick with a respiratory infection... 

Ah, well.

The other Irony? I don't quite know if it's exactly an Irony, but this last weekend I went to The Ronald Reagan Library. 

You ask why?

Because there was a huge  Disney exhibition there...



The Disney exhibit was great! There were a lot of items you don't normally get to see up close a personal...




A Few things I'd seen before...





And a few things I just thought were cool...





My friend and I spent over three and a half hours in the Disney side, about an hour in the gift shop and about an hour and a half in the Reagan side...

The Regan side had a few interesting things like...

Air Force One...



A piece of the Berlin Wall...



and a replica of the Oval Office...



Of course there were a couple of pieces of unintentional humor...



And...

I have to say it was a very enjoyable day over all, but I couldn't shake the feeling that sooner or later and alarm was going to go off screaming "Democrat! There's a Democrat on the compound! But it never happened.

I do want to say that I never thought I'd ever agree with Reagan on anything, but there was one thing...



I do  hope more Republicans will go to the Reagan library and stumble across this piece of signage and then take its message to heart...





 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

This is a long one...

About two weeks ago, I went with a school group of eighth graders to Disneyland...



Yep, that small pond of red was us. We actually had a really good time. Most of the students were well behaved, and mainly, only had trouble with making a couple of the boys pick up their feet and keep up with the rest of the group. One of the girls had never been to Disneyland before, and it's always a treat to see the face of someone who first experiences the Happiest Place on Earth.


None of these pictures to follow will show any of their faces, because they are minors and deserve their privacy.


Although, one of them did make it into the lagoon at the Nemo, submarine ride.

I really had a great time... Despite  what this picture from Space Mountain shows...


Anyway...

This is simply a prelude to what happened last week.

For their own private reasons,  I was asked to be the Key Note Speaker at their graduation...


No, that is not me behind the lectern. That is the Pastor of the church the school is housed in. And no I was not asked at the last minute to fill in because someone else had bowed out. I was give almost three months notice to write the Commencement speech. Granted I waited until the weekend before to write it, but I wanted to have my show, and the trip to Disneyland behind me, before I wrote it.

I was one of the first people to speak that day, and since no one recorded it, and I forgot to hand someone my camera there is not proof beyond the actual speech to prove I did it. But since it's the only real thing I written in the near past, I thought I'd post it here. Enjoy it for what it is...




6/14/2012 First Lutheran commencement speech:

Congratulations First Lutheran Graduates of 2012!

Before I start, I’d like to say that several people have told me that many of the eighth graders here at First Lutheran School think I’m “Cool”.

I’ve never been “Cool” in my entire life! So, thank you! Thank you, very much!

I hope you all still think I’m cool after I finish this speech.
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Do you know how hard it is to come up with a commencement speech for eighth graders? There are no guidelines.  Every commencement speech I listened to, or read, was done for the collegiate level.

You can get away with a lot more at that level.

On the eighth grade level, there are a lot pitfalls a person could easily drop into. Especially at a church based school.

Language is one. As you may imagine, curse words are a big no, no. I generally try not to use foul language. I consider it a refuge for the illiterate.

People who aren't smart enough to come up with a better word for what they are thinking, or how they are  feeling, use cuss words.

You can’t use pedantic words (Big words) in a speech to eighth graders, because your audience hasn’t had the schooling to understand them yet.

That doesn't mean you're not intelligent, it simply means you haven't reached that grade level, yet.

That one is an especially a tough problem for a writer, being words are his business.

The second is certain subjects. I can’t even tell you what those subjects are, because you, your parents or the church might have a problem with it, or find it offensive.

Trust me, you will eventually find out about those things. And if you're really curious – Wait about a year, then ask your parents.

Anyway, I literally watched, or listened to, or read nearly a hundred key note speeches on line. Neil Gaiman, Aaron Sorkin, J.K. Rowling, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Bill Cosby, Meryl Streep, Barack Obama…  

Senators, Psychiatrists, and Physicists, oh my!..

If you really want to experience a great Key note speech, I highly recommend Neil Gaiman’s speech to the 2012 class, at The University of the Arts in Philadelphia. He talks about  the life of an artist.

Or Steve Jobs inspirational speech to the 2005 Class at Stanford. They are both online, look them up.

The truth of the matter is that I fully expect you not to remember a single thing I say during this speech.

I know I don’t remember who spoke at my High School or College graduation, or what they said.

Everyone here wants to just get on with it, get his or her diplomas, and go home to either nap, or celebrate. Perfectly understandable.
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But I have been asked to impart some kind of wisdom or life guidelines.

So here it goes…

Be smart! It really is that simple, just be smart.

So, how dare I say that! What do I mean by that? Am I saying, you're not smart?

No.

I mean that life gives you endless opportunities to do amazing things, and you are only as limited as you choose to be.

You should strive to learn as much as you can, while you are still in school. Because you will never again be given this rare opportunity to concentrate solely on  making yourself as smart as you possibly can.

For example, right after my college graduation for my B.A., my mom told me... "Why don't you continue college and get your masters? You can still live at home until you finish school?"

And I told her... "Nah, I've had enough..."

Not very smart. It's one of the very few things I now wish I had done.

And  learning isn't easy. Just wait until you hit physics.

There's gonna be lots of distractions too. Friends, a boyfriend or girlfriend, sports, cars, clothes, fitting in…

Let me tell you this, fitting in is over rated. I’m not saying that you need to be antisocial. You have to get along with others.

But no one who is, or was, simply a follower has ever amounted to anything special.

Through out history, if you look back, you will see that it was the people who stood outside the pack, who did great things. Martin Luther King, Gandhi, Thomas Edison, Walt Disney, and many, many more, learned everything they could about what they wanted to do, and then did it.

And they all had failures. Walt Disney, started the “Laugh-O-Gram Studio”, which went bankrupt. He then created Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. (Anyone remember Oswald?) It was stolen by Charles Mintz and Universal studios.

And it wasn’t until that happened, that Walt was driven to create Mickey Mouse, and eventually build Disneyland. If you want to know more about it, you can look it up in a book or online.

You will have failures in your life. Some big, and some small. But as  Sir James M. Barrie, the creator of “Peter Pan” once said “We are all Failures – At least, all the best of us are.”

You can’t be afraid of failure. Be afraid of giving up.

We’re not perfect. You can’t be. You can get pretty close… if you continue to learn, and don’t shut yourself off. But you will never be perfect.

You can’t. It's already too late. If you’ve made one mistake in your life… Told even one lie… I have news for you. You’re not perfect.

Nor will you ever be one hundred percent right. No one is … ever… Some of you, out there, may think you are… But you’re not. There are no absolutes…

Let me prove it to you.  (Do Magic Trick)

Do you know why you can't be one hundred percent right, regarding this magic trick? Because in this case, I've studied magic. I know how it works, and you don't. And every time you think you know what the answer is, I can change it.

Also, before you ask me how this magic trick is done, let me tell you, I’m not going to tell you.

I will tell you, that if you pay attention in your High School Science and Physics classes, you might be able to figure it out.

Now, I know what a few of you students are thinking...

“HAH! I can’t wait until I get home and can tell my parents that they are not a hundred percent RIGHT!”

First off –  That’s not smart.

Second - Do so at your own peril!

Third - your parents are older than you. They have learned more, just by being around longer than you.

You might be smarter whenever you reach their age, but guess what, they still be older and still know more, because of their age.

Plus, as long as they’re footing the bill… Feeding you, buying your clothes, housing you, it’s not a bright thing to anger the source of where your money comes from.

Basically, as it says in the bible… I promised I’d get at least one bible verse in…

Deuteronomy 5:16

“Honor your mother and father as the LORD, your God, has commanded you,

so that you may live long,

and that it may go well with you

in the land the LORD, your God, is giving you.”

So, in other words…

Be smart…

As Walt Disney is quoted saying to his staff shortly after the opening of Disneyland in 1955, "It's just been sort of a dress rehearsal, and we're just getting started. So if any of you start resting on your laurels, I mean just forget it, because... we are just getting started."

Thank you for listening.

There will be a pop quiz in about five years.

Still, it was fun, interesting and a bit of an honor and if any of you out there get a chance to do it, I highly recommend it.