So, people, in continuing my blog-nation I have decided to amp it up just a little bit. I know I just vowed to beat the semi-dead horse back to life, but these changes are pertinent and will both of us happy. My previous post entitled "Innovations" contained both new ideas and a long, winding-road post about connectivity (illustrating one of those new ideas). It was boring, and a long time ago, a lot like George Bush's presidency. Zing. This will be snappy and hilarious.
Entroducing (yes that's a DJShadow reference) my New Innovations!
(NOTE: I actually wrote this some time ago, so some things are really new, while other things are more like, hey, brosef, check this out if you haven't...ok?)
--Firstly, book reviews. (Like this.) I do a lot of reading, and I think it is high time I wrote reviews. This helps me and you: it helps me because I will have a catalogue of book reviews in case some awesome company wants to hire me for just that; it helps you because, well, if you like my style and my taste, maybe you'll like the books I read too. Here's the catch: most people review books from a reader's standpoint, or for the mass populace; I am going to review it from a writer's standpoint, first and foremost. Other things will go in there, but these reviews will detail the style of writing, the prose and punctuation (not really but the alliteration is solid)- character theme plot and transitions. (You have examples in the two I have up. More to come.) Anyway, book reviews!! yay. (still yay.)
--Secondly, I am starting a quote of the day. This will be on my page somewhere when I can figure out how to have it come up alongside my main post (anyone want to help me with this?). Hopefully this will act quite like small pieces of chocolate or hard candy, whichever you prefer, and will either lift your day along or sympathize with the drag that life can be. Look for these quotes, they will be better than your fortune cookie formula, I promise. (Now I have tried for a couple weeks to figure this out, but seriously does anyone know how to do this? A bit of text alongside my latest post that can be changed and yet archived? Lemme know.)
Example quote:
"Since when did forgiveness become a better quality than loyalty."- Mad Men
--Thirdly, I am, in the coming days or weeks, going to start cataloguing my posts under different sub-headings. This will help newcomers find topics that are more interesting to themselves, as well as allow me to see what I write about more often. For instance, one category will be Book Reviews.
--Fourthly, I have updated the look of this blog. The text is now white and in a different font (for your reading pleasure). The title simply reads Unpublished, as I have actually stopped my longstanding contract as a construction overseer and am now just an unpublished writer. I would like to ad a by-line, a mini-what-is-the-what-is-this-blog-about, but can't seem to get it to line up right. Maybe a photoshop is in order. Help on that, too? Thanks? Thanks.
--Fifthly, I added a feature, much like that of my "p.s." in which all italicized parentheses, and the contents therein, unless otherwise specified, are editor's notes. This is to make sure I voice my edits, but also to hopefully greatly increase the humor and depth that this blog is so well known for.
--Sixthly (a word, for sure), there is no sixthly. These are all my additions. If you can think of anything you'd like to see, please call 1-800-HARGENSHNARGEN and a volunteer answering a phone I set up in Deleware will be with you. But really, if you think of things you'd like me to do (look at these for examples) just leave a comment. Keep in mind this is about writing, life, and the pursuit of inspiration.
Much love.
p.s. I'm really into 30 Rock at the moment. For like, the fourth time. Word.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Innovations
Hello blog. Back again. It's been a couple days and I have vaguely been wondering what my next topic will be. Or, in more grandiose terms, what this blog will consist of on a regular basis. Still don't really know.
I think right now I will spew out some ideas that could be used in the future, a sort of blogging brainstorm for the blog itself. It is intelligent. Active. Ready to pounce. One aspect of writing and life that I would like to include here and sometimes in the future are bits on technology. Small little nuggets of my personal perspective on technology and connectivity, the relationships of the world as they come together.
I watched this show years ago, it talked about how fungai having been growing for such a long time they have developed some sort of larger connection with the nation of fungai, a sort of network that spans the world. I think, if I recall fully, it said it was growing over time and we could use the models of the fungai to model our own use of the environment, to model our own society. And then a thing like the internet shows up, and you got to wonder. What have we created here, you know? What is this thing capable of.
Look at it--I've watched the holy child grow. I am of that generation, us young adults who have no jobs and lead independent social odd lives that people have not categorized yet. I know a nation of us is full, we are potential, and then we have something like the internet which just quite literally connects everything together. It is all becoming one.
And the coolest part, the most interesting for a book or a movie or some sort of future scape, is to imagine all of this unification and then picture how it went wrong. Which thing, you know? Did we just lose our sense of justice in all this hubub and blow each other up? Seriously. Who is dead and why and where is New Earth starting? Is it Jerusalem? New Delhi? What race, class--what kind of people survived this thing and why?
Or is it the natural thing. Are we all so cold that sex is impractical and we watch our great and terrible society crumble as frost bite takes each of our limbs.
I like future projections. They are good for writing. I think anyway. So a blurb like that? Something. More of my train of thought when I'm not sure what lesson to get on paper for some far-reaching teaching position.
Another idea for regularish post entry might be all of those little things that I write down on my iPhone. I'd like to think I write them in a journal. I have one of those moleskins and I make a big deal about it when I can find it. For instance. I watched "Wall Street blah blah" the other day with Shia LeBouff and Michael Douglas and that girl, and it totally did not make sense, but a beautiful line at a critical moment was "How are you going to shine sitting on his sun?" Beautiful. The imagery there is so distinct, blazing so brightly with these two balls of fusion trying out-glow each other in deep space like light is life and survival is paramount.
Anyway, stuff like that. Those are two ideas. You might be seeing more of each. You could lshout out if you prefer one at any point, that would be totally fine. Just lemme' know. Tanks.
p.s. "In The Garden of the North American Martyrs" is quite good. Sad retched and well crafted.
I think right now I will spew out some ideas that could be used in the future, a sort of blogging brainstorm for the blog itself. It is intelligent. Active. Ready to pounce. One aspect of writing and life that I would like to include here and sometimes in the future are bits on technology. Small little nuggets of my personal perspective on technology and connectivity, the relationships of the world as they come together.
I watched this show years ago, it talked about how fungai having been growing for such a long time they have developed some sort of larger connection with the nation of fungai, a sort of network that spans the world. I think, if I recall fully, it said it was growing over time and we could use the models of the fungai to model our own use of the environment, to model our own society. And then a thing like the internet shows up, and you got to wonder. What have we created here, you know? What is this thing capable of.
Look at it--I've watched the holy child grow. I am of that generation, us young adults who have no jobs and lead independent social odd lives that people have not categorized yet. I know a nation of us is full, we are potential, and then we have something like the internet which just quite literally connects everything together. It is all becoming one.
And the coolest part, the most interesting for a book or a movie or some sort of future scape, is to imagine all of this unification and then picture how it went wrong. Which thing, you know? Did we just lose our sense of justice in all this hubub and blow each other up? Seriously. Who is dead and why and where is New Earth starting? Is it Jerusalem? New Delhi? What race, class--what kind of people survived this thing and why?
Or is it the natural thing. Are we all so cold that sex is impractical and we watch our great and terrible society crumble as frost bite takes each of our limbs.
I like future projections. They are good for writing. I think anyway. So a blurb like that? Something. More of my train of thought when I'm not sure what lesson to get on paper for some far-reaching teaching position.
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Another idea for regularish post entry might be all of those little things that I write down on my iPhone. I'd like to think I write them in a journal. I have one of those moleskins and I make a big deal about it when I can find it. For instance. I watched "Wall Street blah blah" the other day with Shia LeBouff and Michael Douglas and that girl, and it totally did not make sense, but a beautiful line at a critical moment was "How are you going to shine sitting on his sun?" Beautiful. The imagery there is so distinct, blazing so brightly with these two balls of fusion trying out-glow each other in deep space like light is life and survival is paramount.
Anyway, stuff like that. Those are two ideas. You might be seeing more of each. You could lshout out if you prefer one at any point, that would be totally fine. Just lemme' know. Tanks.
p.s. "In The Garden of the North American Martyrs" is quite good. Sad retched and well crafted.
Friday, January 21, 2011
The New and the Noteworthy
Hello hello. I have decided in my infinitely seeming amount of free time to create a blog. The entire purpose of such a thing is not yet clear to me.
For the moment, though, I want to this to be a space to voice my thoughts as a writer. A trying writer. Maybe not trying that hard all the time, but very passionately when chance arises, and with much personal promise. You see, I've had this concept, this idealistic future space in which I get paid money, maybe not a lot but enough to live in some modicum of comfort, to do the one thing that is just mine, that just I love. To write. To create--the story, the character, the epicness that can be imagined. I don't know what it is or why, that doesn't feel important.
So, I try and write. For a while now that's how it's been. Through highschool when dreams were the future. Through college when reality was the future but the dream was still heavy on the mind. And now into the next 6 months, those lost in the mind, the stumble around (or upon) for a while before the real reality starts. Anyway I'm in the tail end of that phase. Still trying to write.
And it works, I feel good, I write sometimes. I get filled the dream of doing this, of actually seeing my name on a shelf somewhere. The immortality of it all gets to me. But life steps in the way. Or, it has in the past- at least I tell myself it has in the past to hide the fact that I have submitted nothing nowhere. And now I tell myself it will block the flow, stem the tide that could be released from my brain through my fingertips. I fall victim to apathy or Dexter or work or sleep or the Internet, and time slips away.
I feel the need to give you, if there are any readers at all, at least the minimum of my life and perspective to understand why this might be important for me. I am writing this blog to try and keep up at least a steady flow of words. They say any practice is good for you, so that's one point for flow. Another is that I thought it would be fun- I dick around the internet, refreshing Facebook enough times a night to know that I have at least the 20-40 minutes every night to do this. So why not? I need a why not factor. Third, this will make me feel more accomplished. Maybe. We'll see. But I do love writing, and this already feels like something, so here we go.
p.s. still coming up with one of those really witty titles that hook you like a junior honors class novel.
For the moment, though, I want to this to be a space to voice my thoughts as a writer. A trying writer. Maybe not trying that hard all the time, but very passionately when chance arises, and with much personal promise. You see, I've had this concept, this idealistic future space in which I get paid money, maybe not a lot but enough to live in some modicum of comfort, to do the one thing that is just mine, that just I love. To write. To create--the story, the character, the epicness that can be imagined. I don't know what it is or why, that doesn't feel important.
So, I try and write. For a while now that's how it's been. Through highschool when dreams were the future. Through college when reality was the future but the dream was still heavy on the mind. And now into the next 6 months, those lost in the mind, the stumble around (or upon) for a while before the real reality starts. Anyway I'm in the tail end of that phase. Still trying to write.
And it works, I feel good, I write sometimes. I get filled the dream of doing this, of actually seeing my name on a shelf somewhere. The immortality of it all gets to me. But life steps in the way. Or, it has in the past- at least I tell myself it has in the past to hide the fact that I have submitted nothing nowhere. And now I tell myself it will block the flow, stem the tide that could be released from my brain through my fingertips. I fall victim to apathy or Dexter or work or sleep or the Internet, and time slips away.
I feel the need to give you, if there are any readers at all, at least the minimum of my life and perspective to understand why this might be important for me. I am writing this blog to try and keep up at least a steady flow of words. They say any practice is good for you, so that's one point for flow. Another is that I thought it would be fun- I dick around the internet, refreshing Facebook enough times a night to know that I have at least the 20-40 minutes every night to do this. So why not? I need a why not factor. Third, this will make me feel more accomplished. Maybe. We'll see. But I do love writing, and this already feels like something, so here we go.
p.s. still coming up with one of those really witty titles that hook you like a junior honors class novel.
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