Archive for the ‘Things of Interest’ Category
It’s been a while. I don’t have much of an excuse beyond my focus on work in the past 6-10 months. What I have realized, though, is that without creative outlets my stress levels skyrocket, and that sidelines any personal interests. It’s a vicious cycle, and I’m glad I’ve found the perspective to change it. It’s a process, y’all, so bear with me while I claw my way out of the cubicle jungle to seek a better balance. Thanks to those of you who kick, poke, prod, call, IM, chat, and email me about my posting and need to come back to the land of the living, both through this site and in person. Sometimes nagging is necessary. Thank you.
So a quick and dirty update:
Where I’ve Been Recently: (”But Dawn, didn’t you get a professional camera for Christmas this year? Why didn’t you take that with you?” I have no excuse. Next time!)
National Hispanic University, San Jose, Ca
University of Liverpool, Liverpool, UK
What I’ve finished reading recently:
My Life Among the Serial Killers: Inside the Minds of the World’s Most Notorious Murderers - Helen Morrison and Harold Goldberg (3.5 out of 5; If you like criminal, abnormal, or forensic psychology this is a good read)
Full Dark, No Stars - Stephen King (4 out of 5; Short stories about the mindset of people in absolutely horrible situations, great read but a little disturbing. Not a light read.)
What I’m Reading Now:
Cleopatra: a Life - Stacy Schiff (a biography of Cleopatra. Fascinating thus far.)
Area 51: An Uncensored History of America’s Top Secret Military Base - Annie Jacobsen (If you’re a conspiracy buff, Area 51 enthusiast, or are interested in spy history, this is an interesting read so far!)
The Complete Western Stories of Elmore Leonard - Elmore Lonard (I’m a HUGE fan of Justified, which was created by Elmore Leonard and based on his novella, Fire in the Hole (2000). Can’t wait to jump back in to Pulp fiction and westerns!)
What I’m Watching:
- Falling Skies — Don’t screw this up Steven Spielberg!
- Deadliest Catch — Look, I can admit my fascination with these kinds of reality shows.
- Coal – See above. This is mind boggling to me. Much more interesting to watch than American Idol or SYTYCD.
ComicsTopics that have me so angry that I have to set aside time for an even longer, ranty post:
- The Wonder Woman TV Series and tv costume — luckily this was canceled before it ruined any chance for another series. Every time I started to write a post about this, I would start seeing spots…
- DC Universe reboot– It’s coming. I’m not happy about this. Blackest Night, Brightest Day, and Flashpoint have already done the job of realigning the entire DC universe, but apparently someone thinks it makes sense to completely reboot the major books and titles. Wonder Woman will have had 4 writers in as many years, and it’s no wonder they are having difficulty keeping fans. When you reboot every 15 issues and screw up continuity, people tend to get fed up. More later.
That’s it for now. The Baltimore ComicCon is coming up in August, and I can’t wait. Mark Waid is going to be there again this year, and perhaps I can find a better first issue of Kingdom Come for him to sign. We’re also working on finding a weekend to go crabbing, so I’m sure those exploits will make their way here. Oh yeah, and we’ll be moving again soon, so that fun should begin in a few months. See? Never a dull moment here! I’m actually scheduling time in my calendar to post, so let’s see how this turns out, yeah? Now that this “update” post is out of the way, I can get back to posts with some substance.
Hope all is well!
A lot has happened in this past month. Some were great things (yay for family visits, promotions, and ladder climbing in a job I actually love!), but many more were not-so-great things, and while I’ll probably write a post about losing Hamlet, I can’t yet. It’s not for lack of trying, it’s just that once I start writing, my computer screen blurs and takes on this awkward watery vibe, and I have to stop because if I continue it only gets worse. I’ll see about getting that fixed.
In the mean time, I’ve found some things that have brought some joy to my world over these past few weeks, and I hope they bring as much joy to you.
This one has no fun image to go along with it, but it sure did capture my attention when I found it through a downward spiral of link-clicking. Back on May 22, 2010, Cassie put a call out to women to share their wisdom with other young women. The concept is for you to write a letter to your 20-year-old self. It can be advice, warning, inspiration, whatever… but one thing I’ve found in reading each of the ones submitted is that they are always interesting and always touching. I have been thinking of composing my own and sending it over. Maybe you should too.
I miss writing fiction. A lot. The characters have gone quiet on the stage, and they’re growing weary from the wait. I must remedy that soon.
… What is “A place you don’t want to find yourself at night, Alex?”….
Here’s what I remember…
- Scraggly, old, skinny, sunburned monk leading me through
- A shadow-filled Gothic cathedral lit by tea-light 20’s spotlights and candles with mazes of side corridors and staircases lit by torches
- A baptismal font being used as a water fountain and waterfall for a potted plant that was pampered because it had “consciousness”
- A stage within the cathedral adorned and built as though it were renovated to be used as a performance hall or vaudeville stage
- Balconies full of eager performers all dressed more or less from the 20s and 30s. (This is where it all turned very strangely Noir-ish)
- Two exaggerated caricature hosts/judges of an audition for a musical performance TV show or movie. They were picking audience members at random (Let’s Make A Deal style) to perform complex choreography and musical numbers on the spot, without preparation (causing quite a bit of anxiety). Failures were met with Hulk sized bodyguards ushering them to the stage where they were beaten and tortured for the audience’s pleasure (and there were plenty of cheers and applause)
- An abusive “agent/boyfriend” of one performer in a Sam Spade hat and trench coat, and a seer sucker suit smoking and spinning a gun
- A performer in a red and black sequined costume with short black bobbed hair who was threatened by the boyfriend to be perfect when she was selected by the hosts to sing a solo
- A surreal moment of realization that the female performer couldn’t sing “the Cell Block Tango” because I hadn’t submitted permissions requests to use it in a dream sequence, and I hadn’t checked my budget for the dream to estimate copyright costs
- A Tarantino-style murder of the Abusive agent/boyfriend by the female performer (who was singing one line from the Chicago tune over and over — “He had it comin’…” (that’s all she could sing before I would have to pay to use the song)
- a Very graphic, bloody, and sound-rich pistol whipping of the boyfriend in the balcony by the female performer. Blood splattered on the camera lens as it focused in on a shot of his wide brimmed hat splashed with blood
- Applause sign blinking, with three letters partially burned out
- All of this occurred as a musical with running music and every word sung Broadway style.
See what it’s like in my head when I’m asleep? I usually have pretty lucid dreams, but this was just… bizarre. I have a lot on my mind, so I’m not surprised that my dreams are becoming more and more …. odd.
I’m woefully behind on updates here, too. I’ve been incredibly busy, and I have a number of things that I am aiming to post, and hopefully I’ll get to them this week, or this weekend. If not, I’ll just pick up as usual and go from there.
Here’s to hoping I can carve out some time!