Wednesday, September 24, 2008

taking a break

Lately I have been thinking about the story I am working on but not getting any actual writing done, at least not this week. I am doing a lot of reading and I am listening to a Great Courses Cd's in my car. All of this does indirectly help me with my story and even posting on the blog helps a little too.
The Great Courses CD I am listening to is about the Roman Empire around 200 BC. I am not going to write a synopsis on the Cd's but I am learning a lot. One thing that I found particularly disturbing aside from the usual torture and crucifixions was the brutal use of animals in war especially the elephant. On some level I knew it existed but this lecture was told in such away that I could imagine how brutal it all really was. Elephants were used in battle like tanks can you imagine? I couldn't until I heard the lecture and many poor elephants died in battle. When Hannibal fought and conquered the Romans, he started out with 42 elephants and only one creature survived that battle. The Romans made it there business to take these creatures down or be trampled on. I guess if you don't want to be flattened your going to kill all the elephants.
I am not sure why I am writing about this or if it is even interesting to read but that was what I learned today. Too bad we can't all take what we learn each day and use it for the betterment of mankind. War it all seems like such a waste of human and animal lives. I am tired to people dying in war and I wish, wish, wish we could find some world peace. I would be happy for one day of no violence anywhere in the world.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

deported to the middle

The first time I got deported to the middle I was fifteen years old. You don't have to be an illegal to get deported you just have to be a free spirit living in San Diego, have a whole lot of time on your hands, and have one parent living in Kansas.

My mom a single mother with numerous part time gigs and full time nursing school could no longer handle my free spirit and contacted my dad. Her chief complaint, this kid never comes home and I have no idea where she is half the time (that's how I imagine the conversation went).

Being a card carrying member of the night owl club for teens and making good use of my bedroom window, I would sneak out late at night. There was a whole group of us that did this and to some extent I look back with relief because there is safety in numbers. Fortunately, nothing bad ever happened to us. I can't remember ever a time that we vandalized property or harassed anyone. We probably looked like a gang because everyone of us smoked and we trolled the city streets late at night. We lived near Balboa park so we ended up there a lot. Occasionally, one of us would get a car from a sleeping and unsuspecting parent and we would make it to the beach.

The beach was always great because there was always something going on there, like a bonfire or some interesting weirdos to talk with. The tide changes made for a good time of exploring. I remember walking out during a really low tide and climbing through some of tide pools at Sunset beach. It was magical at night and if the night was clear it was perfect.

Another memory was the time Jenny and I needed to acquire some roses for her mother's birthday. So we opted for the best free roses money can buy the rose garden at Balboa park. There I found a brown paper grocery sack sitting on the edge of a brick raised rose bed. It was obvious that something was in it. I called out to Jenny and some punk rock guy, whose name I have long forgotten. I just remember his phony English accent. " Hey you guys check out this sack" and having an arm reach out from within the rose bush and grab the sack yelling "leave it it's mine." Needless to say I screamed, Jenny screamed and we all fell into the rose bush. Fortunately Jenny and I landed on the punk who I distinctly remember him saying "Cool!" I can't remember if we ended up with the roses for her mom or not because we got the hell out of there fast.

Getting deported ended my night trolling permanently and saddly I left behind all of my friends in the neighborhood. Friends move and neighborhoods change so it was never the same when I got back to San Diego but I did get back. I was 18 when I got my green card aka a high school diploma and back I went. What happened after that, well that is another story altogether.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Some sad news

Yesterday Steve and I lost our step-sister Darlene. She past away on her birthday from complications after surgery. We are very saddened by her passing. She was a great lady who served our country and retired from the military as a Colonel. She was a nurse who served during the Vietnam war so you can imagine the number of people she helped.

She received last rites and goes to heaven where she will join her mother Rita. She leaves her father Richard, sister Valerie and nieces Rita and Regina. Of course she leaves all her extended family Step-mother Lois, Step-brothers and their families, Ken, Steve and Jeff. Please keep Richard in your prayers as he grieves for his beloved daughter who bravely followed in her dad's footsteps. Also, please remember Valerie and Reggi as they cared for Darlene when her health diminished in the last years of her life. Your prayers are appreciated.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Great Courses "Famous Romans"

Sometime back I wrote about the "Great Courses" catalogue and that I wanted to get one. Well I borrowed one about famous Romans. I am listening to it in my car and so far it is very interesting. I found it at the Library, checked it out and I plan to listen to it while I am driving until it is finished. I will report later my opinion because I have only heard about 15 minutes or less so far. I am still working on my story. So my blog is suffering just a bit.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Happy Birthday MOM

Happy Birthday Mom!
You are talented, lovely, caring and very special to us.
We can not wait for your visit!

We love and miss you.
Steve and Kristen

This is my cat Bougie that I photoshopped into a pencil drawing. I think it is pretty neat so I decided to share it.
The color of this font is very close to the color of Bougie's eyes.

not a word from me in 1/2 a month

I have had the most creative surge of my life, so why no word from me. Well to be honest I have been writing just not here. I started a new story with characters that are fascinating, dangerous and obstinate.

First fascinating because one element of their personality is me and the rest of their personality is someone else entirely. Dangerous because some of these characters are not the most honorable or morale people and I am not even sure I can attach to my name to them without blushing just a little. If they were real people I would run away from them. I certainly would not associate myself with them. Yet I have to write about them because without them the story just doesn't work. Obstinate because I wake up thinking about them, I dream about them, I see them in my mind's eye and they invade my day. I can not get away from them or their story. So why am I here blogging and not working on their story because of Jabba the Cat.

I was doing research on the Internet while also reading Anai's Nin and the Remaking of Self when I came across this picture. Being the Star Wars fan that I am, sans episode one which I felt was mostly a toy commercial, that is one of my truly favorite film series. Rich with characters and a little something something for everyone in terms of those characters. Jabba is a great character but not a great being in fact he can not be trusted and if you need him you better be prepared to pay big because when he comes to collect your too late.

Now the juxtaposition between the tabby and Jabba is easy if you really think about it. The tabby will play with a moth while it suites him and the moth is happy to flutter about when the tabby gets board he will eat the moth. Jabba will do the same figuratively and literally(if anyone who has seen the movie must remember the Hensen created pet that delights Jabba but once he is board down the hatch he goes). I have never met two tabby exactly a like yet they are a like it is those slight differences that makes them unique characters. Jabba on the other hand is only one character but you've all seen him in other movies. To name a few Jhatak aka godfather in The City of Joy or Merovingian in the Matrix: Reloaded (2nd film in the Matrix series). Both films that I also loved by the way. They are characters that hold people down while using the guise of being helpful. Kind of like welfare if you ask me.

But back to my point and I admit I do digress a bit. Writing characters is hard and inspiration comes in many forms. This Jabba the cat has character traits that one of my characters has only she was flat now with this inspiration she houses a little more of Jabba in her personality and my story will be richer because of that.