Tuesday, August 29, 2006

August 29, 2006 Reggae

I'm not a big fan of reggae music, but I discovered this great reggae musician named "Mad Cobra". He's really great, and I especially love the gangster - woops, I mean gangsta - look he's striving for.

He's got a sweet belt buckle too!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

August 25, 2006...Fibs

I've been thinking about lying, and, how today it's impossible to get away with telling a lie. With the internet and things of that nature - in other words, things of mass communication - the truth will be exposed.

Sure, one might be able to stop it now. But when that person dies, thier lies can be exposed.

Friday, August 11, 2006

August 11, 2006...Ghetto Salinger

I'm now reading J.D. Salinger's awesome book of short stories called Nine Stories. He's such a nineteen fifties writer. You can tell because the characters in his stories are always smoking. And smoking nonchalantly. Not that I have anything against smoking [except it causing cancer and all]. I just think it's funny how the time has passed where something, that, at one time, wasn't a big deal, causes readers to internally shake thier heads in dismay.

I want to write a Salinger inspired story. But my story will be set in the ghetto. And, because it's set in the ghetto, I'll cram full of things like nonchallant crack smoking.

I could also make whitetrash characters that live in trailor parks. I'll load the stories with nonchallant smoking. And drinking good beer like "Busch Light".

Thursday, August 10, 2006

August 10, 2006...One sentence? HOLY SHIT!

I'm, now, reading a book by David Guterson called Our Lady Of The Forest. My once-comatosed brain finds it very hard to get past the first page. I find it hard because it contains an ultra-long sentence that one has to read multiple times to digest. So, I'll share the single sentence:

According to her own account and the accounts of others in the North Fork Campground who would later be questioned by the diocesan committee, by Father Collins of Saint Joseph's of North Fork, by the bishop's representative, and by reporter covering the purported apparitions - including tabloid journalist who treated the story like a visitation by martians or the birth of a two-headed infant- the girl left her camp before eight o'clock and walked alone in the woods.

Yes, that is only one sentence!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Thursday, August 3, 2006 The end of the world...and how to prevent it. Uplifting, I know!

I know how the world ends.

In my vision of the future, science has progressed so much that we now have the ability to obliterate the entire planet with one touch of a button.

The Earth's end will come during a time of war. The only way to win this war is to mass annialate the "enemy". And, in doing so, we greatly damage the environment. And, because everything depends on the environment for survival, it has a huge effect.

I'm a big proponent of evolution. And one can say "survival of the fittest" will solve the problem. But, the change in the environment would be so drastic that gene mutation won't be able to keep up.

Now, I also know of ways to prevent this bleak future...

We must keep our educated. They should also be aware that every decision they make - no matter how small - has a role in the Earth's future.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Wednesday, August 2, 2006 Salinger

I'm currently rereading J.D. Salinger's book of short stories Nine Stories. If you haven't read it, it's a terrific read, and I highly suggest going to your local library and checking out a copy.

Salinger has greatly inspired me. I absolutely love his writing. More specifically, I like the way he can make a sentence very long and crammed with information, but, still make it easily readable.

Here are some examples from a story entitled Uncle Wiggly in Connecticut:

"She explained to Mary Jane, who had come out to the driveway to meet her, that everything had been perfect that she remembered the way exactly, until she turned off the Merrick Parkway. Eloise said, "Merritt Parkway, baby," and reminded Mary Jane that she had found the house twice before, but ary Jane just wailed something ambiguous, something about her box of Kleenex, and rushed back to her convertable."

Just so you know, that's only two sentences!

I totatally want to write like that. Salinger's a huge inspiration to me.

Here's some Salinger links:
http://www.freeweb.hu/tchl/salinger/ (Uncollected writing)


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