Archive for November 2010

Nanowrimo Update (Pearl Anxious For Computer Credit)

November 20, 2010

Pearl (Not In A Chair) Urging Me Back To Computer

Hey, Guys!   Don’t think just because I’m not posting about it much that I’m not working on my Nanowrimo (National Writing Month) novel.

I am!

The problem is that, during the work week, I find it much easier to write the manuscript by hand.  This is going to be a big problem as the end of the month approaches and I need to upload my 50,000 words onto the Nanowrimo website to get credit.  (Remember–this project is not about writing a novel draft in a month, it’s about getting credit for writing the draft!  What’s the point if you are not some kind of “winner?”)

Whether I’ll get everything typed in time, I have to say that I am enjoying the process.

The novel involves two sub-plots–one of which is unfolding in Nevada right now, the other in Southern California.  The plots are supposed to blend together at some point, but each has gotten more and more delayed and unrelated to the other.  The people traveling in Nevada, for example, seem ready to have their plot’s crisis right there.  The girl in California has already been through a kind of crisis, without even knowledge of her Nevada brethren (who aren’t, of course, actually from Nevada but New York.)

Getting out of Nevada has taken so long that I’m probably going to skip Las Vegas completely.  (This is kind of dumb as Las Vegas and its environs are the only parts of Nevada I have even a vague sense of.)

And Bill, the character that California girl has just ditched, seemingly permanently, is one of the more colorful characters in the book.  (He tied California girl, who is not in fact from California, in a chair, then to a chair.  I won’t say what she did back.)

Hopefully, this weekend, Pearl and I can get back to the computer version.  (Pearl acts like she’s noncompetitive, but it’s really just a pose.)

Staff Sergeant Salvatore Giunta On Colbert

November 20, 2010

Here’s the link for Stephen Colbert’s interview of Medal of Honor recipient Staff Sergeant Salvatore Giunta.

Whatever your views of the war in Afghanistan (or of war generally), it is impossible not to be moved by Sergeant Giunta’s earnestness, humility and articulate devotion to his fellow soldiers.  His sweet sincerity and quiet bravery are impressive on their own, but in the midst of the back-biting, self-promotion and pretense of much in the public media, they are especially striking.  The soldier’s sense of his job, his mission, his pride in his training–all of it is simply incredibly interesting (to me at least).  Colbert handles the interview with his typical arch humor but also a very large dose of his particular brand of sensitivity and respect.  Worth watching.

Pat Downs

November 19, 2010

Uncomfortable, maybe, but truly a nightmare? ( Sorry- the elephant search above is not a true "pat-down" or even "trunk-down.")

Maybe it’s because I’m a New Yorker, used to the jam of bodies on the subway system, or maybe it’s because I’m a New Yorker who was an  an eye witness to the second plane hitting the South Tower of the World Trade Center on 9/11.  Whatever the reason,  as a New Yorker, I find the consternation about increased airline security, particularly body pat-downs, at best ridiculous, at worst, maddening.

I can understand the worry about the radiation hazards of body scans, but the pat-downs–  Come on, People!

The protest over the patting seems, in part, a sign of the of the over-sexualization of the culture (which tends to fill every touch with innuendo).

Yes, I suppose it’s possible the searches can, and will be, abused.  (Already I find myself backtracking!)  But many are complaining about the concept of any physical search.  (Some of the complaints remind me of a conversation I overheard in Florida just after the ban on taking liquids overseas;  “if Americans can’t take their carry-on on airplanes, the terrorists have won!” )

In many places in the world, these types of searches are routine.  In India, visits to the Taj Majal at night as well as to many museums, and certainly any airplane flight,  involve universal pat downs  – women police officers patting down ladies behind a screen, men patting down men.

Now there’s a thought!  Maybe the answer in this country, given its more sexualized culture, would be to give passengers their choice, gender-wise, of “patter-downer.”

But the part of the controversy that makes me truly upset is the part that places convenience and avoidance of discomfort over concerns of airplane security.   The other day, thinking about this, Patrick J. Brown came to mind, Paddy Brown. (Maybe I thought of him, I realize now, because of the rhyme.).  Brown was an NYPD captain, killed on 9/11.  I did not know him, but several different friends did–one group, because he practiced yoga; another, because he was a martial artist who taught karate to the blind.  All agree that he was a truly remarkable person.  He died because he refused to leave a group of injured people on a high floor of the WTC, waiting with them in the hope of further help.

Benefits of Friend (With Talents)

November 18, 2010

By Diana Barco (illustration from "Going On Somewhere") (All rights reserved.)

Some are blessed with beauty, talent, and a generous heart.

Others are just lucky enough to have a lifelong friend with these qualities.

I fall into the “others” category, but feel today very lucky indeed.

The talented friend is Diana Barco.  In our teens, Diana was an artist, student and something of a quiet provocateur (at least of our joint mischief.)  Today, she is an artist, architect, and social activist in the field of women’s health, and sexual and reproductive rights (mainly with IPPF).  Diana is also a founding member of the Rogelio Salmona Foundation, a charitable foundation devoted to the work of Colombian architect Rogelio Salmona.

Despite these activities (which take her frequently around the globe), Diana has found time over the last year both to illustrate my poems, and to coach and cajole me into finalizing them.  These have been major jobs; the first a showcase for her amazing visual imagination and sensitivity;  the second a test of her incredible patience.

Diana also coordinated the design of the project with Sigma Andrea Torres, a wonderfully generous, creative, and gifted graphic designer.  (Don’t ever let anyone tell you that putting together a manuscript of poetry is simple because it has relatively few words.  Arranging those words, especially with pictures, involves a host of issues–ordering, placement, fonts, margins–it’s immense.)

The final result, a book of poetry entitled Going On Somewhere (poems by Karin Gustafson, illustrations by Diana Barco), will be coming out very soon.

It really is a beautiful book.  The poems were okay on their own; the illustrations raise them to a whole new level of interest, engagement, evocativeness.

I will give more details when the book is actually out (soon!)   But we seem now to have crossed a final threshold.  I want to thank Diana and Andrea, my personal lucky stars.

Nanowrimo – Back to the Notebooks (Have Pen Will Elephant)

November 18, 2010

You can write in a notebook in the bath.

For all my hoopla yesterday about finally returning to the computer to write my Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) novel, I have succombed to the notebook again.

Writing in a notebook is just so comfortable.  Especially when you are tired.  (Which you can get in National Novel Writing Month.)

The pen flows, the bathwater flows, even on your pillow–there’s a kind of low-energy creativity that can be managed with pen and ink that is just not available with a computer.

You can write in your notebook even when you're very tired.

Sometimes you are so tired you don't even recognize your own...errr...handwriting.

Nanowrimo (Back on the Computer!)

November 16, 2010

Eyes still a little sore, but back on the computer (also on the elephant)

Back to typing my Nanowrimo novel on the computer rather than only writing in a notebook.  This is a tremendous relief.

A kind of obstacle had formed in my brain–that I could not go back to writing the novel on the computer until I had typed up the forty or fifty pages I had scribbled in my notebook.  But this morning, I finally got myself back to writing on the computer again, simply picking up from my handwritten portion.

Don’t get me wrong.  I very much like notebooks.  Ink has a unique flow.

Ink has a unique flow.

But typing up a very scribbled draft that you don’t have time to edit is pretty stomach-churning.  (Maybe “sickening” is a better word–”churn” has drama; robotic typing is dull dull dull.)

The problem is that an exercise like National Novel Writing Month requires stamina.  This stamina rarely comes simply from discipline.  (Otherwise, you’d probably be the kind of person who puts all their focus on their day job.)

At least a part of the stamina is maintained by faith–faith in one’s self, but, more importantly, faith that the activity is somehow fun.

The invention, the engagement, usually qualifies.  Typing words you have already written, in contrast, is like watching a video of yourself at a party at which you were more than a teeny bit over-exuberant.  (Or worse, completely spiritless.)    Either way, it’s way better the first time around.

Week Begins With Both Bang and Whimper (i.e. Towed Car)

November 15, 2010

Cars, like nature, abhor a vacuum.

My work week (and third Nanowrimo week) started with both bang and whimper.

Lesson of the day:  there is no such thing (and I repeat, no such thing) as an unrestricted legal parking space in New York City, i.e. no sign is a bad sign.

Did you get that all you forever-hopeful types who think that maybe the City just “forgot” to post a “no parking” sign, that maybe you lucked out for a change?

Woe to you justice-minded souls who believe that the NYPD couldn’t possibly give you a ticket, much less tow you, in such circumstances.

Did you not realize that the absence of a visible sign means that the open parking space in front of you, even if framed by other parked cars (which appear to be made of steel and/or aluminum or some metallic polymer) is in fact an illusion?

Did you not understand that the space is only there in the sense of a void, a vacuum, a black hole, as, in other words, an absence of space?  And that if you drive your car into this void/vacuum/black hole, it will vanish into the alternate universe that lurks around the edges of New York life (i.e. Pier 76 located at 38th Street and 12th Avenue).

Yes, the car can be reconjured.  But that trick will not be performed for free.

(BTW, Nanowrimo novel could be going better; there’s nothing like a car–even a rental car– towed from a space that you now just knew was not legal–for interrupting “flow”.)

Pearl’s Weekend

November 14, 2010

The View's Not Great But It's Better Than Standing Room

Pearl seemed to have a very nice weekend.

Granted, she did not like being swung around tne New York City subway system, but the most important point at that stage of the proceedings was that she was in her bag and had not been left behind.

Her person, with the best of intentions, had stuck an old down jacket into the bottom of her bag, which made for good cushioning, but boy, was it hot Saturday morning.  Still, pretty soon, she was unzipped and riding along in a real train, one that clickety clacked overland, and that down cushioning below her belly felt pretty darn good.

Just in time, she got to experience a whole new blacktop–aaahh–and then, a car.   Pearl loves cars.

And, not long after that, grass!  Cold but lush, and uphill but lush, but uphill and more hill and hard for an old, stiff-legged, dog, until aahhhh,she was swooped up and carried again, into a room with carpeting and cheese and Christina!  Another one of her people–hey there!

More carrying, more bag, and more… carpeting.  She doesn’t know this exact carpeting, but she knows the type–it smells like shampoo and vacuum cleaner.   It is carpeting she must be careful of and very quiet upon.   Sssshhh!!!! her people hiss whenever she whines for their food.   (It really hadn’t been very much cheese…)

Then, whoa! a play!  Renanissance!  Her favorite.

Okay, so the view’s not so great from her bag, and those people in the seats just in front of her keep gabbing about some smell.  [Pearl’s 14 year-old breath has a certain je ne sais quoi.] But hey, it’s better than standing room.

Speaking of room, they sneak her back into the hotel again, only she’s too tired now to even think of making noise, no matter what they are eating.  (Which is Indian take-out–not a chance!)

The next morning, back in the car, on her person’s lap, the old down jacket wrapped loosely around her, the sun filtering in from the South where they are heading….home.

Mmmmm.

The Merchant of Venice – Not Glenn Beck

November 12, 2010

I took a break from my normal cut-in-stone activities last night to see the wonderful Al Pacino in Daniel Sullivan’s production of The Merchant of Venice (previously done as part of Shakespeare in the Park.)

I have to confess to never having seen the play before.   Its easy characterization as Anti-semitic makes it a play at which many Shakespeare lovers (even Shakespeare idolators) tend to cringe.

But the play (at least in this incarnation) is frankly amazing, both funnier, much much sadder, and more nuanced, than I had ever realized.

Of course, the language used about and against Jews by the “Venetians” is horrible;  the insinuations and contempt are hard to listen to.  Were the slurs accepted easily in Elizabethan England?  Undoubtedly.  Do they represent Shakespeare’s views?   All one can say is that, as the play goes on, it becomes clear that many of the Christian characters using this language are faithless and venal, many of them oath-breakers and seekers of other’s fortunes.  (See e.g. the romantic hero, Bassanio.)

Shylock in contrast, clings to oaths and bonds.  Played in both a very human yet shruggingly stereotyped fashion by Pacino, he has a Lear-like majesty and pathos.  (“I had a daughter.”).  He is certainly vengeful, but, the Venetians (in this production) are also pretty vengeful.   The characters, and virtually everything else in the play–daughters, metal caskets, the law, mercy, even rings–have at least two sides.

Which brings me to Glenn Beck and George Soros.   I haven’t been able to get myself to listen to all of Beck’s recent rant on Soros, but the part I heard involves Beck accusing the 14-year old Soros of assisting the Nazis during his youth in Nazi-occupied Hungary.  Soros, Beck says, “used to go around with this anti-Semite and deliver papers to the Jews and confiscate their property and then ship them off.”

Did Soros feel guilt about that?  No! Beck says.  Does the goodly Beck judge him?  Again, no!   This is between Soros and God, Beck says.

(To inject a few facts–Soros, to hide his identity in Nazi-occupied Hungary, lived with an agriculture official bribed by his father to pretend that the boy was his Christian godson. Soros once had to accompany his protector to inventory a confiscated Jewish estate. Asked by 60 Minutes if he felt guilty about it, he said no, because he wasn’t a participant and couldn’t stop it.)

Beck’s piece is sickening; it traffics in hyperbole and innuendo; it degrades and distorts history.

What makes it (almost) worse is Beck’s disingenuousness.

One of the wonderful things about Shylock’s character is his straight-forwardness–when asked why he insists on his pound of flesh, he basically says it’s because he’s been wronged, he’s vengeful and he hates Antonio.  No lies, no innuendo, minimal psychobabble.

My Nanowrimo Manuscript (Thus Far) – Pearl Is Not Excited

November 11, 2010

Okay, so most people who know Pearl consider her a very mellow dog.  She’s also quite old.  (I’ve been saying 13 1/2 but I realized the other day that she is actually 14 1/2.)

Even so, her reaction to my Nanowrimo manuscript is disconcerting.

(Music by Jerome Kern, Lyrics by Dorothy Field, Sung by Fred Astaire, romantic elements–in the manuscript–by ManicDDaily.)