Sunday, July 1, 2012
On National Defense, a comparative
Friday, June 29, 2012
Kody's toy plane
As a screaming 747 jet soared out of Los Angeles, Kody started to fold the wings of his newest paper plane.
Just outside the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank, this was Kody's favorite place to come and sit before dusk. Like any adventurous boy, being a pilot seemed like the only thing he would ever want to do for a living.
Since home life was mired by a younger, more favored little sister, Kody spent more time here than anywhere else. He had mapped out the route in his head so many times.
Go behind the Fresh and Easy, crawl under a chain link fence. walk for about a quarter mile alongside the LA wash (the most urban of all rivers ever), and sneak through a drainage pipe. So, Kody was very surprised upon the folding of what could have been his 5000 paper airplane, to hear voices coming toward him. He quickly hid behind an abandoned dumpster bin, listening to their conversation.
"Alex isn't in charge of the files," said The files are in Sheldon's computer."
It became apparent that one man was held captive by the others. He is thrown to the ground.
"We need the files," the man said.
Kody cannot believe it. His entire body turned to stone. He tried to hold his breath when...*cough*.
Kody coughs and the men know, they are not alone.
Just outside the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank, this was Kody's favorite place to come and sit before dusk. Like any adventurous boy, being a pilot seemed like the only thing he would ever want to do for a living.
Since home life was mired by a younger, more favored little sister, Kody spent more time here than anywhere else. He had mapped out the route in his head so many times.
Go behind the Fresh and Easy, crawl under a chain link fence. walk for about a quarter mile alongside the LA wash (the most urban of all rivers ever), and sneak through a drainage pipe. So, Kody was very surprised upon the folding of what could have been his 5000 paper airplane, to hear voices coming toward him. He quickly hid behind an abandoned dumpster bin, listening to their conversation.
"Alex isn't in charge of the files," said The files are in Sheldon's computer."
It became apparent that one man was held captive by the others. He is thrown to the ground.
"We need the files," the man said.
Kody cannot believe it. His entire body turned to stone. He tried to hold his breath when...*cough*.
Kody coughs and the men know, they are not alone.
Going to Arizona
Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know, Jennie and I are going to visit her uncle Di'Marco this weekend in Arizona.
We love to explore the area. The have a lot of really cool monuments. Right now is especially exciting with the gun laws, the people who cannot support themselves in their current means (most everyone), and the Mexicans. Jennie says that Di'Marco can take us on a run hunt. It's where we sneak out late night, bring some night vision goggle and hot chocolate, and watch people try to hop the border! Doesn't that sound like fun.
I'm so excited to visit Jennie's uncle next weekend!
-- Written by Chris Thompson, a well intentioned college student from a suburb of Costa Mesa, CA.
We love to explore the area. The have a lot of really cool monuments. Right now is especially exciting with the gun laws, the people who cannot support themselves in their current means (most everyone), and the Mexicans. Jennie says that Di'Marco can take us on a run hunt. It's where we sneak out late night, bring some night vision goggle and hot chocolate, and watch people try to hop the border! Doesn't that sound like fun.
I'm so excited to visit Jennie's uncle next weekend!
-- Written by Chris Thompson, a well intentioned college student from a suburb of Costa Mesa, CA.
Space Ark
The sweltering cover of rainfall wasn't enough to mask the fungus.
Far out on the island of sector 99, the majority of earths life had been isolated for experimentation by the rich. They had said, it was for their own good. The simpleminded knew better. And chris, with this new alein fungal infection growing on his back, had something to hid. Cuz if he didn't, he'd be dead.
Far out on the island of sector 99, the majority of earths life had been isolated for experimentation by the rich. They had said, it was for their own good. The simpleminded knew better. And chris, with this new alein fungal infection growing on his back, had something to hid. Cuz if he didn't, he'd be dead.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Holy Smokes
Seven years since here first boyfriend kissed her on the back, Sarah served her fifth beer of the night deep in the heart of Texas. Splashes of alcohol got what little there was of her jean shorts wet. The drunker the customers, the more splashes. The more splashes, the wetter the outfit. The wetter the outfit, more drinks sold. You get the cycle.
The night ended and Sarah looked at her phone. Still no text. Sarah was waiting to hear from her Pam. No answer.
The clock turned past 1:30 and Sarah took a deep breath. She walked out of the kitchen, passed the boss's office and bathroom, and into the back alley of the restaurant.
The night ended and Sarah looked at her phone. Still no text. Sarah was waiting to hear from her Pam. No answer.
The clock turned past 1:30 and Sarah took a deep breath. She walked out of the kitchen, passed the boss's office and bathroom, and into the back alley of the restaurant.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
From the darker realms of mind
The thoughts from the mind of Blake, a 27 year old young man with bipolar disorder.
"Too much bull shit to fuckin ... too much. Beyond this, what with only this little apartment, this studio. Here I am. And I'm not dumb. 031. Bloods. Pop-off. POP-OFF! Lock the B' - Blat. Blat. I'm surrounded by gangs. Gangs and gangs in this piss hole. The dangers and tigers of the night, these panthers evolved like the software on an apple computer while my own mind is a virus...dispelling and quelling resistance like a force of existance and it dawned in that midnight blue. The true color of what I had to do. So I wandered out, murking my mind in the midnight wine that came from the same signs on which aquarius use to dine, I find in time the rhyme for the crime abysmal abnormality sellin these "nigga's" nuetrality as I speak through their abnormality by coming back with a rhythm you can't come see..."
He breaks off, head spinning. This SSI recipient. A sharp tack with a sharper demon in his head. Frenzied by the feelings and fascinations, he goes out to meet the bloods. Recklessly, he begins speaking...
"Blat! Blat! 031! Nigga's better blood up. BLOOD UP! POP-OFF!"
A couple guys lurk in the shadows of trees down the street. Yes, even in the hood there are trees. The shadows of these trees is a demon. Lurking. Blood thirsty. Haunted.
Blake stops. He remembers playing his guitar about 5 months before. Red hot chilli peppers cover of some sort on the acoustic. He's dizzy, a cute girls touching his arm. He laughs, drinks, it fades away to the fading lights of a police car.
"Who's that, he cries into the dark? I'm not who you think I am, I'm not...." - Blake
"Get 'em" - a voice
Blake runs. And he can run fast. But he is tripped and surrounded without any escape. he falls into the dark shade of a hedge on a sidewalk. 3 men surround him as he lays on his back.
(The men speak in tongues)
"Who is this?" - Guy 1
"Can't say." - 2
"haven't seen him..." - 3
"is he human?" - 1
"Data is a yes." - 3
"He's alive." - 2
"Good." - 1 "We need to get him inside."
They hold blake down, her screams. Two hold him down and one applies a cream horizontally across Blakes left cheekbone, from under the eye to under the temple in one, slow motion. his fighting diminishes and he drowns out.
Jumping to conclusions, mat
We bought a jump to conclusions mat for our dog.
He likes it and it's worn red from use. Dachschund, that's why.
I don't know if he swallowed a fly, perhaps he'll die.
Can I make a statement of purpose?
Jumbled up books from the jungle's books, debunked.
In other words, words will one day be reversed.
As swords or sent salutations of seriously sick sinus stressed under sinus pressure glands.
Morning mildew spilled in the rear view as this coffee,
dances down my throat.
He likes it and it's worn red from use. Dachschund, that's why.
I don't know if he swallowed a fly, perhaps he'll die.
Can I make a statement of purpose?
Jumbled up books from the jungle's books, debunked.
In other words, words will one day be reversed.
As swords or sent salutations of seriously sick sinus stressed under sinus pressure glands.
Morning mildew spilled in the rear view as this coffee,
dances down my throat.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Netflix and how it has helped TV (shows)
Netflix was my first and best way to watch all the episodes of Weeds when I was just an undergrad at Berkeley.
The way a TV show works is that it is like an extended song. At the end of each episode the song shifts, leaving you just wanting to hear a little more. The artistry in how the story tellers capture that ending gives the season its ultimate feel.
Had Netflix never started carrying television shows, I may never have wanted to enjoy them. The medium of TV would have faded away from subsequent generations.
TV itself, as far as networks go, is failing. Netflix is breathing more life into the medium of TV, and what with digital media so inexpensive to produce these days, I'm sure we will have more shows to choose from than we can even consider.
The way a TV show works is that it is like an extended song. At the end of each episode the song shifts, leaving you just wanting to hear a little more. The artistry in how the story tellers capture that ending gives the season its ultimate feel.
Had Netflix never started carrying television shows, I may never have wanted to enjoy them. The medium of TV would have faded away from subsequent generations.
TV itself, as far as networks go, is failing. Netflix is breathing more life into the medium of TV, and what with digital media so inexpensive to produce these days, I'm sure we will have more shows to choose from than we can even consider.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Sci-fi, but not at all
This post is about the ideas of science fiction and how they are not only useful for the sequences of plot action (ie, blowing up space stations and fighting with your father under black metal); they can actually be used in a Michael Crichton sort of way to bring the drama to a whole new level!
Imagine the normal drama. It takes place in a usually ambient setting giving the character's emotions and choices more life. Sci-fi films are usually much grander in scale, giving them their essence and mystery, what the world would be like someday in the future.
Somehow science got tangled up into technology. Weapons and ships and crazy creatures came to be synonymous with sci-fi. I wonder what people think of making a sci-fi film that was parallel in its structure to ER. What if you saw a film set in a hospital 4000 years from now? What similarities and differences about mankind's challenges today can we learn about in watching people fight their battles 4000 years from now?
I would lay the foundation as one of human beings evolutionary decay. Perhaps the battlefield will be the human immune system or our DNA due to our over-consumption of GMO foods and environmental destruction.
Is there universal health care? What does it look like? Is it fraudulent?
Are hospitals of the future providing services such as artificial insemination with or without appointment?
Do these hospitals have botanical gardens of rapidly evolving plant life, thus stimulating the DNA and immunity of the patients?
All sorts of interesting thing can be painted from science fiction ideas. They don't have to be super-galactic!
Instead of allowing the science of sci-fi turn the volume up on the action and the louder pieces of technology in its imagined society...what if science turned up the drama?
Imagine the normal drama. It takes place in a usually ambient setting giving the character's emotions and choices more life. Sci-fi films are usually much grander in scale, giving them their essence and mystery, what the world would be like someday in the future.
Somehow science got tangled up into technology. Weapons and ships and crazy creatures came to be synonymous with sci-fi. I wonder what people think of making a sci-fi film that was parallel in its structure to ER. What if you saw a film set in a hospital 4000 years from now? What similarities and differences about mankind's challenges today can we learn about in watching people fight their battles 4000 years from now?
I would lay the foundation as one of human beings evolutionary decay. Perhaps the battlefield will be the human immune system or our DNA due to our over-consumption of GMO foods and environmental destruction.
Is there universal health care? What does it look like? Is it fraudulent?
Are hospitals of the future providing services such as artificial insemination with or without appointment?
Do these hospitals have botanical gardens of rapidly evolving plant life, thus stimulating the DNA and immunity of the patients?
All sorts of interesting thing can be painted from science fiction ideas. They don't have to be super-galactic!
Instead of allowing the science of sci-fi turn the volume up on the action and the louder pieces of technology in its imagined society...what if science turned up the drama?
Thursday, June 14, 2012
The Ostrich Named Desmond
Once upon a time this ostrich decided he wanted to have a canary as a pet. This ostrich lived alone. He worked dispatch for the subway and lived in the biggest ostrich city in the world. Every now and then he would save up some money and see a film at the cinema. But he didn't go there to watch movies. The girl of his dreams, Linda, served popcorn on Wednesday and Friday nights. Every now and then, when he could afford it, he would wander over to the East part of town and catch a flick just to say hi to this beautiful ostrich, Linda.
She challenges him affectionately, but is embarrassed by the cool jerky ostriches. After a long walk he finds a canary with a hurt wing. It is illegal for ostriches to hold onto canaries because of whatever illusive race reasons exist, it doesn't matter. The implication is enough. Desmond decides to take care of this bird. It flies away and is caught by the overweight butcher....blah blah, Desmond unites the two kingdoms and all birds come together as one to fight environmental destruction.
(1st rough sketch draft)
She challenges him affectionately, but is embarrassed by the cool jerky ostriches. After a long walk he finds a canary with a hurt wing. It is illegal for ostriches to hold onto canaries because of whatever illusive race reasons exist, it doesn't matter. The implication is enough. Desmond decides to take care of this bird. It flies away and is caught by the overweight butcher....blah blah, Desmond unites the two kingdoms and all birds come together as one to fight environmental destruction.
(1st rough sketch draft)
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