Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

In Which I Follow the Trend Lately and Talk About Harry Potter

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS

relating to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.


A week or so ago I finished Deathly Hallows, then last night I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in theaters. Deathly Hallows... I liked it. It was what I had hoped for, resolution and redemption and all that fun stuff. I've since read several online discussion threads in which people reveal that they really don't understand the novels at all, especially not the nuances of the last three, which are not children's books, not like the first few.

I have an enormous respect for Rowling, and not just because she's managed to create a set of seven books that all together have sold over 300 million copies and are published in 64 languages, but more because she is a very powerful writer. She is a thinking writer; she has unbelievable levels of detail and clearly really knows this world she has created at a level only the most die-hard fans can even think about approaching.

I really appreciate, though, the themes she's chosen. Specifically, bigotry. Good versus evil, the power of love-- those are common themes in fantasy and children's lit and had that been her only focus the stories would not have been quite as powerful. But how she handled bigotry in the novels struck a chord with me.

In the first book, you don't see it that much-- there's just a taste of it, mostly through a few little references by Malfoy. It's enough so that you know that there is bigotry in this world, but it's far from the center of the plot. Which, if you think about it, is how most children start out understanding racism and prejudice. They know it's there, they see it occasionally, but it's not that big in their lives. Bigotry is a pretty adult theme, especially at the level which Rowling explores it, and she does not show it in it's entirety in the first book.

Then, the second book-- bam. That's when you learn about the most obvious form of bigotry in Rowling's world-- that against the Muggle-born, the children of non-wizards who have magic. Most wizards accept that to be against Muggle-born wizards is bigoted and unfair. Thus, the supporting characters, the major influences in Harry's life, can all say, "This is wrong" with definitive authority. Also, there is the introduction of the concept of house elves, as a bit of a comparison-- house elves are accepted as inferior by most wizards, and indeed, they consider themselves so as well. But the house elf she introduces is Dobby, who everyone describes as weird, not your average house-elf; also, the nature of how house-elves are viewed by those wizards who are not "evil" is glossed over.

However, the third book blurs the line. There you have the question of werewolves-- Lupin, an old friend of Harry's father, is clearly a good guy. And yet the bigotry against him just because he is a werewolf-- bigotry from everyone who doesn't know him, not just from evil wizards-- is obvious, clear, and raises questions about the real nature of this world. Rowling is beginning to show that it's not just the Muggle-born that are targeted.

The fourth book focuses on the house-elves again, through Hermione, and we begin to see just how disdainful even good wizards like Ron are of the creatures. Then you see the anti-giant bigotry surrounding Hagrid. The fifth book again focuses on the elves with Sirius' relationship to his intolerable house elf Kreacher, and Umbridge's disdain for pretty much everyone who isn't a fully human wizard (I know, she's not fond of Muggle-born either, but that doesn't show up until the seventh book).

The seventh book, in fact, is where it all comes together. Wizards in Rowling's world may accept Muggle-born, mostly, but anyone who isn't fully human is inferior, and the Muggle-born aren't very liked either. And, ultimately, the fact that Hermione sees this as the bigotry it is, and convinces Harry and Ron the same, saves them. They have an ability that Voldemort does not have-- the ability to see the value not only of the strong, but of the weak, the "inferior." House-elves are the most important example-- they are powerfully magical creatures, very strong and capable of many things that wizards are incapable of. But Voldemort looks at them and sees weak, sniveling little servants. He can't appreciate their magic and their importance, which hurts him in the end as it hurt the Malfoys in the second book. The ability of the three main characters to see all intelligent magical creatures as equal and worthy of respect serves them well and differentiates them, the "good," from the Death Eater, the "evil."

Okay, so I like how she approaches bigotry-- what's my point?

The movies? Aren't touching that AT ALL. Okay, they got the bit where the pureblood Death Eaters don't like Muggle-borns, sure. But the house-elves rarely appear (in the second movie, there's really no way to avoid Dobby, and the fifth one Rowling TOLD them they should put Kreacher in, or they would have trouble sorting out the plot holes later on); and Umbridge's animosity towards half-breeds was only touched on in the very end of the fifth movie, so it seemed like it was just thrown in there.

The movies are clearly focusing on the love and good vs. evil themes, because those are themes that are common and everyone recognizes. They're ignoring the more controversial message-- that you must treat EVERYONE with respect, even if they seem at first glance to be weaker than you. I think they're backing themselves into a corner in the movie series-- they CAN'T do the seventh book while ignoring/minimizing bigotry and if they put it in, it will seem odd to those who haven't read the books but who see the movies (and yes, such people exist). I'm curious as to how they will squirm out of this one.

Also, I would like to note that the only form of bigotry that Rowling's characters do not seem to recognize as evil is bigotry against Muggles themselves. It's like they want you to treat all magical beings as the same, but as soon as a being doesn't have magic, they are unworthy and unequal, unable to so much as know the magical world exists. I wish I could ask Rowling about that.

END OF SPOILERS

Sunday, February 25, 2007

"An important person will offer you support."

100th Post! WOOOOOOO! Parrrrrrr-tay!

Okay, done now.

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Today is the Regifugium, an annual holiday commemorating the flight of the last king of Rome, Tarquinius.

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You can tell I got distracted talking to Writer Guy again because Mistake's not even here and I'm posting wicked late on a Saturday night. Hell, I've posted wicked late most nights this week. Honestly, we start talking and we don't stop until someone has to go do something, like sleep or host a party. This is him. I don't host parties. My room is about 15 ft by 10 ft. Vastly impractical party-having space.

Besides, I have what, five friends? Six, maybe?

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Mummy and Daddy came up to take me to eat seafood at Newick's again (if you go there, get the butterfly shrimp scampi. Trust me), and to go see Agamemnon. Agamemnon was interesting. I actually didn't like it as well as Electra, because Electra had music and singing and the punk theme was really fun. Agamemnon was a post-WWII theme, with Agamemnon as the returning war hero. The chorus was done as the press, and though I disliked their chanting, it worked okay when they talked alone.

There was also lots of kissing. The herald kissed two different female reporters. Or maybe it was the same one twice and I wasn't paying enough attention (She was rather startled the first time. Which leads me to think he grabbed the wrong girl and made up for it the second time. Or he just likes kissing). Then Agamemnon kissed Clytemnestra like four times. Then Cassandra once. Then Clytemnestra again. Twice. And then at the end, Aegisthus kissed Clytemnestra a couple times. There was much exchange of spit. I think if someone had mono on that cast, it would have been disastrous.

Also when the herald first came out, he was talking and praising the gods and he totally did this "Hermesss... god of heraaaaalds..." bit, a bit like saying "you da maaaaaaaaan" that was HILARIOUS. I think all prayer should start with a "you da maaaaaaan!" -esque greeting.

And when Clytemnestra hit the floor and wrapped her arms around Agamemnon's legs, he jumped back a bit, in character, but slightly out in the sense that the rush was probably more due to the dangerous proximity her head was to smacking right into his crotch.

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I made the mistake of mentioning that someone was reading my writing, thus inspiring me to write more, to my folks. My mother drew out the story of Writer Guy and she was way too interested in the matter. Though she at least dropped it when I said "I doubt he's interested in me, I'm thinking friends here." Daddy? Not so much. For a dad who should be protective of his daughters, he is very pushy about the "you should be in a relationship! you should talk to guys!" bit.

Then he switched to lecturing me about writing, and different stuff I should do to improve it, most of which I either knew, or thought was vastly impractical and didn't make sense for my genres anyway.

Grr.


Oh. This I thought was HILARIOUS. And appropriate to today's blog.

I'm an Expert Kisser

I'm a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity.
I've perfected my kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off.
And I'm adaptable, giving each partner what they crave.
When it comes down to it, my kisses are truly unforgettable.
I must be a natural, then, because I sure ain't been doing much kissin' in this lifetime!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

"Why are there Greenpeace signs pointed at your face?"*

It's the Feralia again, the a feast to honor Jupiter Feretrius-- Jupiter/Zeus in his role as guaranteer of oaths.

It's also Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. I know this because a girl in our hall came to say hi and I was about to say, "Do you know you have a bit of smudge right there, on your forehead" and then I saw her Jesus fish necklace and remembered.

Plus in Bio lab Incredibly Hot Guy learned it was Lent and said, much too loudly, "It's Ash Wednesday? F***! What am I going to give up?"

Now, he doesn't curse that much, as far as I can tell, but at the same time, after he said that, oh, how I wanted to suggest swearing.

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Today was the day that we found out who will be an RA next year. Closer will be; Mistake's an alternate, which means that she'd make a perfectly good RA but they don't have enough spaces, so she'll be an RA if someone decides that they don't want to.

Loquatia also got an acceptance letter. This is kinda surprising for her, because she wasn't expecting it. She keeps telling me that she's not sure if she wants to do it, but I'm gonna assume that she will. I think it's a good opportunity and she'll like it.

My letter was smaller than theirs, in true college-acceptance style. Yeah, no luck. I'm not RA material. I guess I shouldn't care so much about yet another job rejection, I get them all the time. At least it's not like they're rejecting my personali-- oh, wait. That's right. The whole point of the RA interviews was that they accept you based on your personality. So my personality was totally rejected.

Or, at least, the fact that the hall director was a communications major, and while I can be quite eloquent on paper/computer screen and in speech, when I don't stammer or lisp, my body language is saying something entirely different from my mouth.

Lovely.

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I went to yoga today, since my knee's feeling better. It was fine (though I am very out of shape). I'll try dance next week.

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So I actually had an intellectual conversation over AIM today, and it wasn't either for a class or as a joke (the latter happens more than you'd think). See, this guy I "met" (quotations on account of never meeting him face-to-face) on Facebook asked me if I'd like to swap novels with him, so they can be critically analyzed prior to publication (which is a lot more likely for his than mine, but yeah). He sent me one of his novels, The Ballad of Red Layla, and I sent him some short stories on account of not having checked over my first novel well enough and not wanting to send it if it contained elements that I know I don't want to keep.

First thing I noticed, just from looking over his work: He's a really good writer. It reads like the sort of thing one picks up at Barnes and Nobles. Second thing I noticed: Were I to pick this work up at Barnes and Nobles, I'd probably buy it, on account of it being a cool story in a genre I like (sci-fi). This makes reading it critically a lot more interesting.

Anyway, so the conversation. At first we were just talking about our writing styles and the pieces we're working on, and a little bit about publication (He's attempting to get his first work published). We kinda switched over to complaining about anime versus the merits of superpowered chicks in skimpy costumes... The interesting part was after a break to call Mistake and lament over the unfairness of Closer getting the RA job and us not because they need more guys but mostly girls apply (though she can't really complain, they didn't actually reject her).

We talked about literary analysis, and literary value versus value to the reader. We talked about books that we have. We even talked about religion for a while. It was kind of neat to have a serious, interesting conversation with someone whose opinions I don't already know. As fascinating as conversations with Mistake can get, I can usually guess what she'll say, because I know her so well. It's kinda cool to talk with someone I don't know and whose answers I can't predict.

Especially if they actually use full sentences on AIM.

But it's really rare, and kind of cool, to talk with an almost complete stranger about religion and have them not get all high-horse and huffy, and have them genuinely be curious as to what I believe.

I mentioned this to Loquatia, and how cool it was that I actually got to have an intellectual conversation with someone I've never met in person (even if it did mean I didn't get that English assignment done). She asked me what he looked like (...yeah, I didn't get it either). I told her honestly that I didn't know. And I must say, I'm oddly pleased that I really don't care.

I Am Jean Grey

Although my fate is often unknown, I always seem to survive (even after death).
Except that at this point in both the comics and the movies, Jean's definitely dead. And her boyfriend in the comics is sleeping with a really hot, rich blond.
My mind is my greatest weapon, literally!
Second greatest weapon would be my abnormally colored hair, or my smokin' hot modeling body despite grueling workouts that should make me look like She-Hulk.

Powers: telepathy and telekinesis, the ability to project thoughts into the mind of others, communication with animals



*...don't ask.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Stormin' Yer Brain

We're supposed to write a paper for English on "a significant event in your life, but preferably one which does not have an immediate significance that's obviously apparent and one which you don't even understand the significance of when you start writing." Wait-- if I don't understand the significance of it, how do I know it's significant at all?

But I brainstormed. I can't pick any of the really significant moments in my life because they're too personal, and the significance is too obvious. So here are my ideas:

-My fourth birthday party, which I mostly remember from stories but which I have two vivid images of-- climbing up next to my ailing grandmother in her nursing-home bed to have her help me blow out the candles on my M&M cake, and getting chastised by my mother for playing with the wheelchair.

-When my mother discovered that I thought "that's gay" meant "that's stupid" and she sat me down and explained to me about homosexuality and tolerance

-Getting my mouth washed out with soap for saying "that sucks" when I was eleven

-The daughter of Miss Martha, my daycare lady, telling me about the concept of reincarnation as we cleaned up Cheerios that were spilled on the kitchen floor, then making a sandwich with three slices of bread so it was extra big

-My now-friend, at the time just an annoying kid at daycare who was way too smart for his own good, teaching me to play chess and not explaining all the rules, so he could surprise me with them and he'd win

-Shrewd and the other older kids at Miss Martha's making fun of me, so I cried and they called me a crybaby, and left me behind on the front lawn when they went off and played together

-The first time I wrote a story about a mutant, when I was eight, and how I showed it to my grandmother and she was shocked that I'd even be interest in things like that, since I didn't seem like the type (heh)

-Going to a Catholic mass with a friend in second grade, and then afterward having my mother tell me why she didn't believe in Jesus.

Loquatia votes for the fourth birthday. Opinions?

Thursday, December 7, 2006

Life is much less interesting without fortune-cookie titles

I have this final paper to do for Bio, on... anything Biology related. Gotta love vague topics. So anyway, the trouble is that it's 7-10 pages. So I was going to do it on a disease like everyone else, figuring that would be easy to research, but fatal flaw- there's only so much you can SAY about a disease. Like, sure, the important ones can have whole books written about them, but your average non-epidemic disease is kinda limited. Besides, I kinda wanted to do something that someone who doesn't actually have a certain illness would care about.

So I figured I'd do it on x-ray crystallography. Here's my approach: If my mom can read it and say, "Oh, that's fascinating! But I don't really understand the science of it," then it's a good paper. For those of you who haven't a clue what I'm talking about, crystallography is how they know what molecules look like. Molecules are too small for even microscopes, but yet scientists know how they are put together. They do this though crystallizing the substance and shooting x-rays through it, and measuring how the rays are diffracted. It's pretty cool and I only marginally understand it. So I'm going to try to understand it and then I'm going to write a paper on it.

And my doing a paper on x-ray crystallography has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with the fact that my professor loves the subject and wants to try it before he dies. Not a bit. Nope.

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I discovered a new life form today! It was very exciting. I named him Moe and then Moe and I had a tearful goodbye before I washed him and his three-month-old jello-y home down the sink. Moral of this story: Basiorana ought to clean that fridge out more often.

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I actually look presentable right now, but believe me, it was not an easy ride. My skirt, for example, is safety-pinned so it doesn't slip down too low, not for modesty's sake, but because it's supposed to rest at my WAIST, as in, that part that dips in, not the belly-button or the hips. I'd complain a lot more if this didn't mean I was loosing weight.

Meanwhile, the only marginally clean blouse I could find stretches so tight across my chest that I'm kinda concerned that it will rip open any moment now and I will be forced to live out some kind of weird version of a trashy supermarket novel. Actually, that's a pretty bad description, since it doesn't sound NEARLY as problematic as my shirt bursting open would be. Suffice it to say, though, that just because a fabric stretches, does not mean it fits. I really need new shirts, and then, I need to THROW THESE ONES OUT.

And then, there's the hair. My hair is SO GROSS right now. It's also ridiculously long. Actually, some of it is. It's really all different lengths, so the last inch is composed of about 1/3 of the hair that is actually on my head. I started the day in a braid, but it quickly frizzed and worked it's way free to escape in messy glory. So I poured a gallon of hair gel into it and pulled it up into a bun on the top of my head. So there.

I have won this battle, Oh Wretched Hair. But don't think I rest easy, for I know that tomorrow will be a struggle of equally Biblical proportions.

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Okay, so last night was my last Chem lab ever, and after the INCREDIBLY SCARY moment when she was assigning groups and I swear I thought that the group doing methane with me consisted of Incredibly Hot Guy, shorter-but-still-hot Flirts With TAs, and this guy that hangs out with them who's also surprisingly attractive. Thank GOD I heard wrong, that would have ended oh-so-badly. I only wound up with Surprisingly Attractive Guy. You won't understand why I call him that unless you see him, and you won't see him unless I tell you his real name, and I won't tell you his real name unless I get a head injury...

Anyway, we were looking at methane because it's a greenhouse gas, and then we had to find ways to reduce methane in the atmosphere, and honestly, the best we could come up with is stop raising cows for meat, because that's where 14% of the atmosphere's methane comes from- domestic livestock. Don't think about it. So next time someone asks me why I don't eat beef, I'm totally gonna say, "COWS CAUSE GLOBAL WARMING!" and whip out the statistics chart I happen to have in my back pocket.

We made posters and then graded each other's posters, based on content and "wow factor," how impressed we were by it. The most "wow" one had to be the one with the farting cow on it, and in the cloud was methane facts. Only it wasn't a "Wow, great poster" so much as a "Wow. You put a FARTING COW on your poster." But I said wow, so they got the points.

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The last Group session was today, with 3/8ths of us present- man. I'm the only one who hasn't missed a meeting since I started, which was after the first meeting. Anyway, not much accomplished, but I learned that the guy in Group that I refuse to admit is attractive because he's in Group and at least as messed up as me (that was going to be his name, or GIGTIRTAIABHIGAALAMUAM [pronounced Gig-teer-tay-ab-hee-gah-al-ah-moo-am] for short, but I thought that that was just unfair, especially considering the acronym is longer than most names I use) is going to do the Art Therapy group next semester, so if that works out for me, we might be in Group together again. Not entirely sure if that's an incentive, you know, familiar face, or not. Meh. Not that I'd make my choices based on one kid anyway. Hmm...

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I've been reading blogs, as in, blogs other than those of people I know, and there's this neat feature on the modestly named Bestest Blog Of All Time which picks out a random blog for you and notes the good ones. Some of them I found kinda boring, but there are these ones: Nate is a Blog, which is funny random, and Dating Profile of the Day, which amuses me in the "oh god there are people like that out there" sense.

One blog I found only mildly interesting, save this quote: "Nonetheless, it matters to me that Canada is fair and just, even if it doesn't jive with my jehovah." (Shanthology). Jive with my jehovah? I want excuses to use that phrase in everyday life.

Some other note-worthy blogs I've found include Kissing Frogs, a collection of bad dates, and Go Fug Yourself, which is like a Worst Dressed column in a news magazine only funnier. I'll put these all in my blog list later.

But if you're really bored, check out Bestest Blog of All Time and cycle through the random blogs. Seriously. There are a lot of bad writers in the blogsphere, but there's lots of good ones, too.

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Hmm. There seems to be something I should do right now... something... related to the fact I'm in college... and have my last day of class tomorrow... hang on, it's coming to me... OH YEAH homework. Damn.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

Wasted Existence

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!

The world's greatest website for a guide to Greek and Roman mythology, the Theoi Project, was banned by Google. I don't know why. All I know is now the site is gone and I have no way to do research and the past SIX MONTHS of writing that book are gone to waste thanks to stupid Google. I can't continue the book unless I can do research!

And to make matters worse, there goes all my references for my myth paper!

I'm really trying not to cry over a lost web page. But... six months. Six months. Over 50 pages, single-spaced, in Word. All useless, since I can't finish my research. There was no other site that had that information presented the way I needed it to be. So I really think I'm going to cry now.

I was having a good day today, even. A GOOD day. And now I can't concentrate on anything because all I can think about is the fact that I wasted so much time, and if I ever want to get anything done now I need to go out and find translations of over 100 Greek and Latin texts, read them, and hopefully pick out the occasional important fact from each. And I have a test tomorrow that I can NOT study for.

I hate my life.