07FEB17 One of my former students wrote a book! I am blown away! So so happy for her.
Here is the link to Amazon. It's a kid's book with a message.
Stephanie's Imaginary Friends
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Sunday, February 5, 2017
World War
05FEB17
World wars... wow. I've been reading up on WWI and WWII before teaching about Louisiana's involvement in WWII next week. The Higgins' boat is LA's main claim to the war effort, as well as the Louisiana Maneuvers held in LA before we entered the war. The Higgins boat is named after the guy who designed them. He was an expert at making boats, and tried selling his model to the Navy for years. Marines asked him to put a drop-down ramp on the front like the design of a Japanese landing craft and it was a success. You can see example of it in action, most notably in Saving Private Ryan.
As I was reading, I thought of a how crazy it must be, war. That reminded me of a definition of hell. "Hell is the impossibility of reason." the phrase was in the movie Platoon (click on the link to see the movie clip) And that made me think further of the war mentality, what it must take to defeat your enemy. And that led me to this:
No two ways about it.
Picture for today: tracer mortar paths during trench warfare in WWI.
World wars... wow. I've been reading up on WWI and WWII before teaching about Louisiana's involvement in WWII next week. The Higgins' boat is LA's main claim to the war effort, as well as the Louisiana Maneuvers held in LA before we entered the war. The Higgins boat is named after the guy who designed them. He was an expert at making boats, and tried selling his model to the Navy for years. Marines asked him to put a drop-down ramp on the front like the design of a Japanese landing craft and it was a success. You can see example of it in action, most notably in Saving Private Ryan.
As I was reading, I thought of a how crazy it must be, war. That reminded me of a definition of hell. "Hell is the impossibility of reason." the phrase was in the movie Platoon (click on the link to see the movie clip) And that made me think further of the war mentality, what it must take to defeat your enemy. And that led me to this:
In wartime you must hate your enemy, for he surely must hate you
No two ways about it.
Picture for today: tracer mortar paths during trench warfare in WWI.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Teaching & Lessons to be Learned
29JAN17 Another quiet Sunday morning. Started with a scan of what is going on in the FB universe, and came across one of my former students posting a link to these two pictures
Very happy that my student is expressing herself using photos and political cartoons! I plan on using both pictures in class this week as we finish our chapter on Huey Long and the Great Depression in Louisiana. I hope both pictures will spark some deep discussion on what has happened in the past (one of our vocabulary words this week is KKK) and what lessons can be learned for the present day and future.
As far as writing goes, I hit 73 thousand words for my main saga. I think it will end up hitting 100K by the end of the first draft. As usual, I have a lot of stuff going on, and am solving problems as I go back through it. Problem I fixed last night was that I had merged two characters previously, but never went through the whole manuscript and changed everything needing changing for that to happen. I smoothed that up a bit as well as adding more description here and there, especially for one scene. Not sure how long it will take me to complete this saga, maybe never! It is now composed of three books, but there are a lot of things that I still need to put in there, as well as hefty timeline issues I need to fix. Who knows. It is something I love to do, so at least I have that going for me, lol.
No additional pics for this post. The two above speak volumes. Have a great day.
Very happy that my student is expressing herself using photos and political cartoons! I plan on using both pictures in class this week as we finish our chapter on Huey Long and the Great Depression in Louisiana. I hope both pictures will spark some deep discussion on what has happened in the past (one of our vocabulary words this week is KKK) and what lessons can be learned for the present day and future.
As far as writing goes, I hit 73 thousand words for my main saga. I think it will end up hitting 100K by the end of the first draft. As usual, I have a lot of stuff going on, and am solving problems as I go back through it. Problem I fixed last night was that I had merged two characters previously, but never went through the whole manuscript and changed everything needing changing for that to happen. I smoothed that up a bit as well as adding more description here and there, especially for one scene. Not sure how long it will take me to complete this saga, maybe never! It is now composed of three books, but there are a lot of things that I still need to put in there, as well as hefty timeline issues I need to fix. Who knows. It is something I love to do, so at least I have that going for me, lol.
No additional pics for this post. The two above speak volumes. Have a great day.
Saturday, January 21, 2017
The Book of Shells
The Book of Shells…Sounds innocent enough for a book title, maybe
a memoir of long walks on the beach and the treasures found there. But what if…what
if it were about creatures like hermit crabs…creatures that inhabit the bodies
of larger and larger creatures, that take over and kill the host mind and live
inside their ‘empty’ shells?
They could start out small, a worm here, a fly, a
cockroach, innocuous and harmless to us really, that is until they grow to a
size that demands a bigger shell to live in. Then the Book of Shells becomes a totally
different kind of memoir. Instead of a colorful selection of sandy treasures of
the shore it becomes a list of the bodies that these creatures have inhabited,
the creatures that they killed and then paraded around inside, disguised in
their bigger and bigger shells. Sounds like a good book. Reminds me of the movie
Fallen, with Denzel Washington and John Goodman. In it a devil inhabits bodies
of other beings. Good flick that. Fallen IMBD page
Pic for today...
Drams of Dreams
The things you dream about…
I dreamt that the vital organs are located where they are (above the stomach) so
that as food and water wiggle their way down the esophagus the vital organs get first dibs. Small bits
of no-need-to-digest nutrients and water are sidelined and sent to the heart and lungs before heading
down to the stomach. Darn science teacher in me was like that doesn’t happen.
And the other science teacher in me is thinking, you should look it up, you
never know, it might be true, some little connecting esophageal tubes may lead
to and feed the organs above the stomach. It could happen. Maybe no one has discovered this yet.
I also went to a conference in my dreams, a meeting of
the military minded. New and old tech were being rolled out for display and
performance reviews. A newer more streamlined version of the F-14, with a
bottom fin below the nose and a beefier version of the A-6 were rolled out of
the hangar as well. I was there with my camera. I was excited, remembering the
days of sea voyages and launches.
I know where some of my dreams come from, the military
conference was influenced by seeing the old helicopters during the inaugural
parade. As far as the food and vital organs…not sure about that one! I don’t
think either dream sequence will enter into my writing, but it is interesting
nonetheless. A good number of my dreams end up evolving into stories. So who
knows.
Picture today? A-6 all the way all day and all night.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Agatha Christie and Censorship
02 JAN 2017
Research into school stuff this week led me into some dark corners of the internet and uncovered censorship I was never aware of. For example, Ten Little Indians, a nonsense rhyme I heard as a kid, was not always ten little Indians but was The Ten Little [N-word]s! And one of the biggest areas where this is pertinent is a very popular mystery novel by Agatha Christie titled (now) And Then There Were None. The original title was Ten Little [N-word]s. They changed the title and the novel.
This led me through a long chain of events to an IMDB page about one Stepin Fetchit. Here is a partial section of the page, to give you an idea of the level of censorship:
"Because of the degrading image Stepin Fetchit represents to many African-Americans, Perry's appearances in mainstream movies typically are cut out of the picture, regardless of the narrative logic. Most of his films have not been widely released on video."
And also to a Jim Crow Museum of Racist Memorabilia in Michigan of all places.
Jim Crow Museum of Racist Memorabilia
We also watched the not-for-TV version of The Green Mile, excellent movie. The movie owes some of its greatness to the amazing writing that really captures the feel of long ago. Example, John Coffey, refers to Tom Hank's character as Boss, while Tom Hanks' character refers to him by his name. This was normal back then, blacks referred to whites using a title or sir, but whites referred to blacks without titles or sir. When they are introduced, the black man is introduced to the white man and not the other way round.
FYI, I grew up in Los Angeles next to a black boy of roughly the same age, my closest friend by all accounts. I am not racist by any means, but I found a lot of this troubling in terms of changing things. I don't like the n-word, never have, but changing things to make it more palatable does not feel right to me. Just leave the past as it is. If we white-wash this stuff, maybe it will happen again. On the other hand, people who haven't seen these images or read these words may be inspired to use them again.
Now, how does this pertain to writing? Well, it makes me wonder. I will have stories written in different time periods, throughout the history of my world. Would it make it more real to censor some past instances?
One phrase I came across today I think will stick with me for a while, and be embedded in my writing somehow:
Southern and other white Americans could experience fondness for black folk, but would "put them in their place" at any time, for any reason.
Amazing that this was the norm, not too long ago.
May your days be good and long upon this Earth.
Research into school stuff this week led me into some dark corners of the internet and uncovered censorship I was never aware of. For example, Ten Little Indians, a nonsense rhyme I heard as a kid, was not always ten little Indians but was The Ten Little [N-word]s! And one of the biggest areas where this is pertinent is a very popular mystery novel by Agatha Christie titled (now) And Then There Were None. The original title was Ten Little [N-word]s. They changed the title and the novel.
This led me through a long chain of events to an IMDB page about one Stepin Fetchit. Here is a partial section of the page, to give you an idea of the level of censorship:
"Because of the degrading image Stepin Fetchit represents to many African-Americans, Perry's appearances in mainstream movies typically are cut out of the picture, regardless of the narrative logic. Most of his films have not been widely released on video."
And also to a Jim Crow Museum of Racist Memorabilia in Michigan of all places.
Jim Crow Museum of Racist Memorabilia
We also watched the not-for-TV version of The Green Mile, excellent movie. The movie owes some of its greatness to the amazing writing that really captures the feel of long ago. Example, John Coffey, refers to Tom Hank's character as Boss, while Tom Hanks' character refers to him by his name. This was normal back then, blacks referred to whites using a title or sir, but whites referred to blacks without titles or sir. When they are introduced, the black man is introduced to the white man and not the other way round.
FYI, I grew up in Los Angeles next to a black boy of roughly the same age, my closest friend by all accounts. I am not racist by any means, but I found a lot of this troubling in terms of changing things. I don't like the n-word, never have, but changing things to make it more palatable does not feel right to me. Just leave the past as it is. If we white-wash this stuff, maybe it will happen again. On the other hand, people who haven't seen these images or read these words may be inspired to use them again.
Now, how does this pertain to writing? Well, it makes me wonder. I will have stories written in different time periods, throughout the history of my world. Would it make it more real to censor some past instances?
One phrase I came across today I think will stick with me for a while, and be embedded in my writing somehow:
Southern and other white Americans could experience fondness for black folk, but would "put them in their place" at any time, for any reason.
Amazing that this was the norm, not too long ago.
May your days be good and long upon this Earth.
Saturday, December 3, 2016
03 DEC 16 Ode to a Young Eve
I'd really have to become a much more better writer to do an Ode to a Young Eve real justice, but since I am thinking about it now, this is what you get!
I had a dream, and in it I was thinking about religion. Lots of things bother me about religion, but that whole subject will have to wait for a later date. What struck me as I lay in bed is that Eve never had a childhood. Adam neither, for that matter. Does that make a difference? Growing up is such an integral part of what makes us human. All of our trials and tribulations, learning from our mistakes. And this thought led me to the whole notion of Eve being made from a piece of Adam. God is God! Why didn't he just make Eve and say he took a piece from Adam? Or just duplicate a piece of Adam and not take a piece out of him. Point being that there are multiple ways to show integration and/or loss when you are the All mighty.
Anyways, thanks for listening. Comments are always appreciated, as well as different points of view.
I'd really have to become a much more better writer to do an Ode to a Young Eve real justice, but since I am thinking about it now, this is what you get!
I had a dream, and in it I was thinking about religion. Lots of things bother me about religion, but that whole subject will have to wait for a later date. What struck me as I lay in bed is that Eve never had a childhood. Adam neither, for that matter. Does that make a difference? Growing up is such an integral part of what makes us human. All of our trials and tribulations, learning from our mistakes. And this thought led me to the whole notion of Eve being made from a piece of Adam. God is God! Why didn't he just make Eve and say he took a piece from Adam? Or just duplicate a piece of Adam and not take a piece out of him. Point being that there are multiple ways to show integration and/or loss when you are the All mighty.
Anyways, thanks for listening. Comments are always appreciated, as well as different points of view.
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