Monday, June 17, 2013

Why Would Anyone Want to Write???

A talented and amazing 
blogging friend of mine
recently asked me a question:
What would be the purpose or reason to write?

We had both received the same advice
from people in our lives:
"You have a story in you.  
You should write a book!

Let me tell you,
writing a book is easy ~ NOT!

It requires a tremendous amount of 
commitment, passion, and energy
to sustain you through 
late nights or early mornings
when the rest of the world is sleeping.

I was always fascinated with how
third grade students could brainstorm ideas 
with brightly colored markers,
pieces of paper,
and noisy enthusiasm.

Their simplest writing pieces 
could be astounding for their
revelations, insights, and wisdom.


Children Writing, Laos
Source:  Wikimedia

Watch the writing process of children, 
and you will know what arduous and serious work it is.


Children Writing, Germany
Source:  Wikimedia

Third grade boys, in particular,
will do just about anything to avoid writing.

Why?

Duh!!!!!
Writing is hard, hard work.
Third grade boys are brilliant in their avoidance.


Check Out Boys Versus Girls, Thailand
Source:  Wikimedia

No matter what 
genre, form, and topic of writing 
you choose to tackle,
it is not easy.
Even the shortest, funniest pieces
require much effort.

In fact, the shortest and funniest pieces
require the most effort.

Teachers push their students'
young minds, hearts, and souls
to write almost daily.
We constantly require them to do things
most sane adults would never attempt. 

If you choose to tackle 
the great American or Canadian novel,
Watch Out!
You may be in for a rough ride!
  
Probing the human heart and psyche
is the hardest and loneliest path one can walk.
It is also a painful and a dangerous walk.

Stunning revelations can surface
from your unconscious mind 
to wreak havoc in your conscious mind.


Locating the Unconscious Mind
Source:  Wikipedia

J.R.R. Tolkien described his unconscious as a 
compost-heap consisting mainly of linguistic matter.

He once said that his stories grew
"... like a seed in the dark out of the leaf-mould of the mind."


A Facinating Mind
Source:  Getty Images
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Hundreds of scholars have spent decades 
probing that dark leaf-mould in an attempt 
to understand how and why something
like JRRT's compost-heap
could produce his stunning canon.

I, myself, have been there probing Tolkien.
I have written many essays on his writing.


Pondering Tolkien, December, 2012


I once spent three long, coffee-fueled all~nighters
dealing three serious crises in my life
(over which I had no control and could do nothing about)
while writing a major research paper for a 
course on J.R.R.Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and the Inklings.

On what topic you might ask?


A comparison of JRRT's Silmarillion with John Milton's Paradise Lost.



Geez Louise! 
Just for once could you walk the easy path?

How could I do this?
Surely some man must be asking that question?

Answer:  
I am a woman!  
Hear me roar!

And many men think they're the strongest sex!
Irony is delicious!  LOL!!!




Why would I do this?
Surely somebody is wondering about this too?

Answer:  I am an INFJ.
Don't even ask what that means!  
It's complicated!
But the short answer is 
that it was fascinating and fun.

dont worry!!!!!
a lot of peeps dosent git moi !!!!!  
Sources:  Wikipedia
Silmarillion and Paradise Lost


Now, my unconscious, 
like that of many writers,
is more of a Mordor than a Lothlórien.
Tolkien's was a compost-heap;
mine is muskeg.

Some of the methane
currently bubbling up unwanted from my muskeg
could flip a vast herd of caribou toes up ~ 
permanently.

Just in case anyone is wondering:  
Caribou have four toes on each hoof.
That's a lot of hooves and toes 
pointing skyward and inducing a lot of guilt.

Yes, writing can be lonely, 
painful, difficult, and revealing,

There are complicated reasons why 
Hemingway's wife found him 
in his pajamas and robe
dead  
in the foyer of their home
on July 1, 1961.
Suicide by 12-gauge shotgun.
Guaranteed, writing helped him pull the trigger.
Source:  The New York Times


Ernest Hemingway
Source:  Wikipedia


"What would be the purpose or reason to write?"
Duh! ~ my questioning friend was a third grade teacher!

sumtimes peeps dont git sumthin 
thats obvious to many peeps around them
sumtimes tcr~peeps dont hear wat there telling theyre students

I'm betting my friend said something like this,
if he taught writing to his third graders.
I've said it countless times to my students over the decades.
I said it to him as well.

Every person is unique. 
No matter who they are, 
scratch the surface, 
and you're going to find an important story.


  Fireworks, South Africa
Source:   Wikipedia

Also story telling (whatever the form) 
is the oldest and most powerful way 
of passing on knowledge of the human heart, 
the human experience, 
and what it means to be human.

Soluy and Terry Sharing Stories
Angkor Wat, Cambodia
December, 2008


I also told my friend that writing a book is not easy.
It is exhausting.

But he already knew these things.
He was a third grade boy man,
and third grade males 
are very perceptive
at understanding 
what even a short piece of writing requires.

I also told him that I was wrestling with 
my manuscript "Human Refuse" right now.

That the lanced-heart of it goes straight 
to Lac Suel in the summer of 1961.

That I was confronting 
my Inner Gingerbread Man.

That I had hit a wall of Writer's Block.

Wrestling with Human Refuse


Not to worry!  I am not an Ernest Hemingway!
Even though we shared the same difficult year,
I am a sparkly Firework 
bursting with colors
that light up my darkness!

Fireworks, Washington D.C.
Source:  Wikimedia


Gandalf, that wise old Wizard, made only one me!

What would be the purpose or reason to write?
Because if you get in the flow as a writer,
you will feel an exhilaration like nothing else.

It's like riding the best North Shore wave ever,
but you're surfing with a pen instead of a board.

Exhilaration ~ In the Flow!
Waimea Bay, Oahu, Hawaii
Source:  Wikimedia


Beware of tackling writing, though.
You might end up buried in leaf-mould
or stuck in thawing muskeg,
and you'll have to flounder about
and struggle to find your inner firework.

Katy Perry's Firework in images:

Source:  You Tube



Katy Perry's lyrics for Firework:

Source:  You Tube


I find them both illuminating. 

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Intelligence Gathering at Its Best!

This morning I had to take Terry
in for his decennial colonoscopy
at the  G.I. center in my hometown.


Looks Serious!
Source:  Wikimedia

I looked decennial, or once every ten years,

up on an on-line dictionary,
just to see if any interesting ads popped up.
I'm playing with Google's intelligence gathering programs.



Source of Raw Data
Source:  Wikipedia


In the US we're a little sensitive about
intelligence gathering programs 
and their databases right now.



Source:  Google Search 



But the Fed has nothing on Google,
let me tell you!

I was shocked yesterday,
when I was researching
an on-line dictionary for 
all the meanings 
of confront and confrontation.

I was shocked,
and then burst out laughing at the directed, 
just-for-special-me 
ad that popped up.



LOL Graffiti by Ke Iki Beach


Nice try Google,
but I am not a clicker.

But no matter how tempting that ad was, 
I didn't click-through to find out more.

I know CNBC is always talking
about how Google monetizes
the Internet better than most,
but I slipped through its advertising net.

I didn't click-through on
Sites for Dating Surfers!


Conquering the Learning Curve



Why did I find this so funny,
rather than say, flattering?

It's because machines can't think ... yet.

If you've read Ray Kurzweil's 
provocative and controversial book
The Singularity is Near:
When Humans Transcend Biology, 
then you know true artificial intelligence (AI)
may be closer than many think.




Now, 
I was flattered 
when my nephew Kevin
gave me this book 
one Christmas
because 
it's a heavy  read.

Source:  Wikipedia





But it's a fun read too, 
if you're a Trekkie like me,
and you are fascinated 
with TNG's Lt. Commander Data
and Voyager's The Doctor (EMH, Mark I).


         

Data Source:  Wikipedia                                              The Doctor  Source:  Wikipedia                  


If machines could think,
Google's intelligence gathering machines
would know that I am 
Off the Market 
and have no interest 
in dating any surfer
no matter how cute he is.

So the interesting question to me is:
What did I do or say that prompted
the ad 'Sites for Dating Surfers'?  

Did the machines "think" 
I was digging too deeply
into the meaning of a word
and needed more play in my life?

Was it because I loved paddle boarding
off Waikiki, and the machines "thought"
I'd spend more time and money in Honolulu
if I started dating surfers?

Maybe the machines "thought" 
if I snagged a surfer boyfriend,
I wouldn't have to spend so much on lessons.

NOT!  It's all about monetization!




Contrary to what the photographic evidence might suggest,
I was not looking for surfers to date!


Okay, I admit it!
I took close to 800 pictures of surfers
at Banzai-Pipeline and Sunset beaches
on the North Shore of Oahu recently.



Not All Were Cute Guys!


But what the machines didn't "induce"
was that I was learning how to use 
my new digital camera,
and there's a definite learning curve
to catching a surfer on a wave.
Especially when the sun's so bright
you can't find the horizon,
let alone the wave or the surfer!




And if those machines had "evaluated"
the quality of those photographs,
or had "remembered" that I grew up
using a Brownie Hawkeye,
then maybe they would have "clued in"
to the fact that I was having problems 
adjusting to the rotatable LCD monitor 
off the left side of my new camera.

Definite learning curve there!
But I finally rode it successfully!  :D






Here's my theory:
Terry has been teasing me
about taking pictures of
cute surfers, lifeguards, 
and guys on the beach.

We've been carrying on 
a playful conversation
in various ways on-line.

So the E-P went into my iPhoto files
to hunt down what he thought
would be a more flattering photo of him.
than the one I had posted on my blog
of him being eaten by a North Shore wave.



Source:  All Over the Place on Google




Then the Ever-Patient figured out
how to edit the photograph on iPhoto
to make it the best possible,
so he could send me a "hunk" shot of him
to counteract all those "hunk" shots I was taking of others.
We've been LOLing a lot.



Good Job, Honey!

If those machines were truly smart,
they'd have understood the humor
behind what they were "observing."
Well, maybe not ~
Lt. Commander Data did struggle 
with the concept of humor.

But back to monetization again ...
The E-P was on-line at a weather site 
during a downpour one day in Pupukea.
He was aghast to find 
a picture of himself walking on Ke Iki Beach
taken just a few days previously.
It wasn't an unflattering 
or even a recognizable shot of him,
but it was unequivocally him.



See the Original Here!
No Need to Go to Weather Site!



Now I had this photo in exactly two places:
in the iPhoto files on my computer
and in the memory card 
sitting on the table in our rented studio on Ke Iki
(It was maxed out with surfer shots).
Fascinating!

"Privacy is dead!" I told him.
"Get over it, Babe!"

The Ever-Patient eventually came around.
He did look cute in a non-surfer way.

But really,
if machines "grasped" the concepts
of humor and excitement,
the machine that lifted my photo 
for a weather site
updating surfing conditions 
on the North Shore,  ... 
well, that machine would have "chosen"
a much better shot.

If that machine was "concerned" about public safety
or that non-surfers might not understand
what a North Shore wave is capable of,
then it would have nabbed 
this action shot in a heartbeat.



That's my E-P upside down in a small wave!



Obviously that machine didn't "get" 
the concept of apropos.

The singularity may be near,
but AI hasn't arrived yet!

I'll worry when machines can solve the conundrum
of why the direction of my post turned
on the word decennial.

My original title for this post was
Missing Dr. Tell It Like It Is,
and I was all set to write about 
how much I missed my favorite GI doctor who had retired,
so he wasn't there to do Terry's colonoscopy.

All I did was google for an adjective
to replace "every ten years" 
that I had modifying that 
wonderful noun colonoscopy.
(Machine Alert:  modern use of sarcasm!  do u get it?)




Source:  CHEEZburger
  


Suddenly I found myself typing
"I'm playing with Google's intelligence gathering programs."

Next, to my surprise,
I replaced my original title with "Intelligence Gathering at Its Best!"

I had no clue where my post was going,
or why its original purpose had been highjacked.
I've really been trying to fathom this.

Does it have anything to do with 
Terry and his decennial colonoscopy?
I'm not sure, 
but this is what went down in the recovery room:

When the E-P was coming out of La La Land,
all tucked under his warm blankie
thoughtfully covering that ridiculous no-back gown,
he looked at all those wires and monitors attached to him,
smiled sloppily at me,
and mumbled clumsily,
I am the Borg.  Resistance is futile!

Google may do intelligence gathering at its best, 
in the world, 
but its machines have a long way to go
before they "understand" humans.





Friday, June 7, 2013

Don't Be a Gingerbread Man!


Some months ago my niece Sara
sent me a Facebook message.
She was soliciting advice 
about going off to university 
from the aunts and others 
to give to her sister Natalie
who heads to Acadia this fall.


Natalie, Andrew, Sara, and Gavin
Point Prim, Pre-University Days


My first thought was
I'm the last person you should ask!

But I considered it, and I sent Sara
the advice that Grammie gave me, 
and that I'm sure she would have given Natalie too:
"Don't begat any bastards!"

My dad didn't call Grammie
"The Yard Boss" for nothing.


 The Yard Boss with Roy and Me
in Grammie's Backyard 
(with Tatum's Barn in the Foreshortened Background) 
Smith's Cove, Early 1950s


Then I sent Sara my contribution:
"Study hard, but don't forget to play hard too!"
I was unsatisfied with this, 
but I knew it was good advice.
My long suit is not play,
and I was way too serious 
during my years at Acadia.


University Hall, Acadia University


When I started seriously blogging last October,
I brainstormed a list of 170 potential topics
in a late night, wine-fueled binge of writing.

Just like I knew I would write
I knew then that I would write of other 
formative and important truths
in future posts about my life.
Topics like The Pervert and the Sandwich Man 
and Running from the Comet Hunter.



Writing Is a Solitary Struggle 




A recent and unexpected communication
from my long ago past
has forced me to confront
something I didn't realize existed, 
and I didn't know its name until this afternoon:
My Inner Gingerbread Man.

I didn't recognize it until today, 
but my IGBM surfaced long ago 
on the smooth and reflective waters of Lac Suel.
I've come to realize 
that I've been struggling with him almost forever.



Lac Suel, Northwest of Sioux Lookout, Ontario 


   
    Map of Northern Ontario
      Source



     Lac Suel, Ontario
        Source





This afternoon I realized I needed to confront
more than Running From the Comet Hunter.
I needed to plumb instead 
Don't Be a Gingerbread Man! 



My advice to Natalie
should have been
Don't be a Gingerbread Man!

Saturday, June 1, 2013

I Did It!!! Oh Yeah!!!

Early tomorrow we leave paradise!
I'm making one more quick post
in the lobby of our funky little
old time Hawaiian hotel.


Waikiki Beach from the Royal Grove Hotel



I crossed off a Bucket List item this morning,
and I'll be back to do it again and again!
Talk about fun!!!!!


Standing for the First Time
with my Instructor Karen Coaching



These few photos will never grace the cover
of Sports Illustrated magazine,
but what the heck!
I went paddle boarding ~ successfully!


Waiting to Catch a Wave and Stand
(It Didn't Happen!)



That time canoeing up north
among the Ojibwa and Cree
really came in handy!


Heading into the Waves


Whoop!  Whoop!


I'll Be Coming Back to Do It Again!


Aloha!