Its funny how much I rely now on the Internet. It used to be that if I had a question that was instigated by something I saw on TV I ran over to the book shelf and tore open the proper Encyclopedic volume. Now when we watch TV the Internet is always a mouse point away from an answer. And we are constantly surfing to settle debates. SyFy (excuse me while I die a little) ran the single season of Green Hornet the other day.
He tried to tell me it was the original. I told him if was in color it was not the original. He said it looked like it cause the cars were old and the guy looked like all those 1960s hunks. Well it isn't. He says it is from the same time as Batman. I told him that wasn't the original Batman either. So we had to Google it to settle the argument.
My mother is Moses' 2nd cousin 4 times removed, old enough to remember everything. She used to watch the Batman and other comic serials right along with Tom Mixx and Hopalong Cassidy. And when we were kids we watched Matinee at the Bijou with her. It was a PBS show that brought back the "timeless classics" in a Robert Osborn/TCM format for 1.5 hourse every day.
I don't really relish being right all the time because I have enough prescience to know how annoying it is for others. But I do find it entertaining that apparently this is how geeks watch TV.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Decision 2011
I am being asked by my therapist to make a choice, emotional freedom or hold on to it to be a great writer. If I chose the EFT then I will be emotionally disasociated from the things that I write about. I was only joking about the people who make money with their memoir type stories (ala Wheaton). She said that if I was serious about doing that then we can't do the EFT.
EFT, which I will write about later, would disconnect me from the things that trigger panic attacks and make it easier to get work in a "real" job. So I am at a point which means that I have to actually depend on those skills, writing and art to do anything that will sustain me. Or I have to chose to let that go and do the work that others do.
In a sense I would welcome that only because it would mean that I would finally fit in better. But I have fought homogeny along with other forms of tyranny forever. Orson Welles as Harry Lime in the 3rd Man said that in the most bloody period of Italian politics that society produced DaVinci, Michaelangelo and established some of the greatest art legacies in history while 500 years of Swiss peace produced only the coo-coo clock. Struggle produces. Saftey stagnates. Cookie cutter people and cookie cutter lives to me to seem to be the dry bits that we are forever trying to wash out of our throats with entertainment and invention. Yes vanilla comforts and soothes. But chocolate excites. Chocolate with a bit of pear, or cherry and some chili is an adventure. I am afraid that if I chose to do this then I will lose some of the adventure that makes art making and storytelling so compelling. if I lose that then I lose the biggest definitions of who I am.
What am I if I am not an artist and a writer? Yes a little neurotic. And a bit high strung in certain situations. But if I am not writing and creating I am nothing more than the sum of my job at any point in time.
I am more than a laundry folder.
Am I not?
EFT, which I will write about later, would disconnect me from the things that trigger panic attacks and make it easier to get work in a "real" job. So I am at a point which means that I have to actually depend on those skills, writing and art to do anything that will sustain me. Or I have to chose to let that go and do the work that others do.
In a sense I would welcome that only because it would mean that I would finally fit in better. But I have fought homogeny along with other forms of tyranny forever. Orson Welles as Harry Lime in the 3rd Man said that in the most bloody period of Italian politics that society produced DaVinci, Michaelangelo and established some of the greatest art legacies in history while 500 years of Swiss peace produced only the coo-coo clock. Struggle produces. Saftey stagnates. Cookie cutter people and cookie cutter lives to me to seem to be the dry bits that we are forever trying to wash out of our throats with entertainment and invention. Yes vanilla comforts and soothes. But chocolate excites. Chocolate with a bit of pear, or cherry and some chili is an adventure. I am afraid that if I chose to do this then I will lose some of the adventure that makes art making and storytelling so compelling. if I lose that then I lose the biggest definitions of who I am.
What am I if I am not an artist and a writer? Yes a little neurotic. And a bit high strung in certain situations. But if I am not writing and creating I am nothing more than the sum of my job at any point in time.
I am more than a laundry folder.
Am I not?
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Happiest Days of Our Lives
This is Wils third book. And, much like the blog posts and his other offerings, the stories therein are entertaining and well written with an energy that cries out for a live performance and not a mere read aloud with your friends presentation. There is energy and excitement. Sadly this makes for a quick which then requires one to forcibly slow ones self down to savor the memories.
As I explained to the boyfriend rather tersely when he interrupted my mental meal, this is a book of memories. It says Our lives not just his. In each story Wil is a mirror reflecting the reader's joys and sorrows. The best friend, class bully and corner grocer's names are different as will happen. But the moments are ours, not just Wils. But doesn't he write about Star Trek too? We all weren't in it. True.
And in those stories Star Trek becomes code for our first paying gig that taught us something about ourselves, the nature of our interests, the way the world works, and with which side of hte Force we allign ourselves. I may not have had to get up early for wardrobe and be on set with a bunch of adults. But I have had to figure out how to relate to the adults at my first paying job and where I was going with myself when it was over. And in that sense Star Trek really has nothing to do with anything. It's just this job you know. That fan geeks everywhere would love to live in that world and claim the Enterprise as their "other car" is just our perspective. While not unimportant, it is not the crux of the stories. The reader doesn't get distracted from their own memories.
In the end, its like a "OMG do you remember the time that _____________happened and we all _______? I thought I was going to die/cry/puke from embarrassment/laughing so hard." conversation with your best friend.
As I explained to the boyfriend rather tersely when he interrupted my mental meal, this is a book of memories. It says Our lives not just his. In each story Wil is a mirror reflecting the reader's joys and sorrows. The best friend, class bully and corner grocer's names are different as will happen. But the moments are ours, not just Wils. But doesn't he write about Star Trek too? We all weren't in it. True.
And in those stories Star Trek becomes code for our first paying gig that taught us something about ourselves, the nature of our interests, the way the world works, and with which side of hte Force we allign ourselves. I may not have had to get up early for wardrobe and be on set with a bunch of adults. But I have had to figure out how to relate to the adults at my first paying job and where I was going with myself when it was over. And in that sense Star Trek really has nothing to do with anything. It's just this job you know. That fan geeks everywhere would love to live in that world and claim the Enterprise as their "other car" is just our perspective. While not unimportant, it is not the crux of the stories. The reader doesn't get distracted from their own memories.
In the end, its like a "OMG do you remember the time that _____________happened and we all _______? I thought I was going to die/cry/puke from embarrassment/laughing so hard." conversation with your best friend.
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