Benefits of Friend (With Talents)

Posted November 18, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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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)

Posted November 18, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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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!)

Posted November 16, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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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)

Posted November 15, 2010 by ManicDdaily
Categories: Nanowrimo, New York City

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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

Posted November 14, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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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

Posted November 12, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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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

Posted November 11, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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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.)

Michele Bachmann, Nanowrimo Novel Writing, Practical Mathematics

Posted November 10, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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Insisting on Credibility?

One of my hardest obstacles in writing fiction is credibility.  I get completely mired in questions of believability.    (You should have seen how I suffered over the talking dog in one book, till Pearl, my bichon, assured me that it really was okay.)

I have to constantly remind myself that I’m writing a story; that, in other words, it needs drama, to re-adjust the normal daily percentages of humdrum and startling.

I am trying to get over this tendency in my current nanowrimo novel.  (Why, for example, have one of my protagonists just leave a sketchy boyfriend, if, on the way to the door, he can grab her and tie her up?)

(Sigh, It’s hard.)  In the last couple of days, however, I’ve encountered a new teacher:  Michele Bachmann!

Obama’s trip to India, she proclaims, wild- and wide-eyed, is costing taxpayers $200 million a day!  (Maybe, she goes on, he should consider videoconferencing.)

I wondered how she could believe what she was saying.  But then it occurred to me that rather than illustrating the art of fiction, Bachmann might truly be an illustration of the deterioration in practical mathematics.

Which brings me to my  father-in-law;  he is about to be 100 years old.  One of his many admirable qualities is a strong grasp of the mathematical properties of the physical world–he is an incredible judge of distances, surface areas, cubic footage, weight, density, and all the combinations of the above.  When he says 120 square feet or 13 fluid ounces, he knows exactly what he’s talking about.  Part of his skill at estimation results from growing up in a time where this kind of physical understanding was included in one’s education, part may result from a preternatural cleverness–whatever the reason, the ability to make reliable estimates seems to have declined in the modern world (and not just among contractors.)   This decline has in turn led to a gullibility about numbers.  People who don’t bother, or can’t, estimate realistically, readily accept all kinds of crazy figures.

And now we have Michele Bachmann!  Mistress of the Art of fiction?  Drama queen?  Mathematical nitwit?

Nanowrimo – Week 2 – Coasting Through the Bogs (Baths)

Posted November 9, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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Would-be Coasting (Notice Book Is Read Rather Than Written)

Nanowrimo organizers warn that the second week of Nanowrimo is especially hard, the exuberance of the first week draining, the adrenalin of the oncoming finish not quite kicking in.

I figured these warnings didn’t apply to me;  after all. my first week wasn’t exactly exuberant.  No, now that I finally had my story, I would coast.

But when I got home from work last night, I had all kinds of non-coasting activities to attend do.

An idea for a blog!  Sure, I wasn’t going to actually write one, but get Pearl to help me.  That shouldn’t take long.  (Ahem.)

Then, well, I should really keep on exercising.  Since country music figures in the novel, I’d dance!  To Dolly Parton!  (Downloading some was a snap.)

OMG–look at you, Pearl!   Yes, it’s a bit cold tonight, but it’s not getting warmer.

Bathwater was run.  No point in a bath without a trim.

Then (I’m not completely heartless) came an hour of holding a shivering Pearl in a down parker next to a heater.

It was getting very late now, and I realized that the time for coasting was sliding down a very slippery slope.)

I would take my notebook into the bath.  (This is one of the best features of sore computer eyes.)

Oops, had to clean the tub.

Okay, so, I told myself, if you are not going to coast, you can at least be workmanlike.  (It’s true that maybe the bath is not the most workmanlike writing studio, but I did have an extra towel handy.)

I set down to writing the scene I had in mind.  Only the country music had put a bunch of other scenes in my mind.  Scenes from further along.

I set down to writing the scene that was supposed to come next.  Only I just couldn’t bear to write that scene–a kind of dinner party–and jumped straight to the after-party late night confrontation between an ancillary villain and one of my female protagonists.  I was going to fit some good (ancillary) character to help her out, not because I felt the young woman needed to be helped so much but because I had a great idea for a snipy kind of line that one of these ancillary characters might use against the villain.  (It involved the Dia Foundation!)

And finally set pen to page.  Only, as I wrote the scene, the dialogue was incredibly sweet, too sweet for the villain.

A couple pages in, I converted him to to one of my male protagonists. an important good guy.   (Who, unfortunately, would not refer to Dia.)

Oh well.

In the meantime, Pearl parked under the down parka, having had enough of Week 2.

And it's only Monday!

Doing Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) Off the Computer – Writing by hand…errr… paw…

Posted November 8, 2010 by ManicDdaily
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It can be hard to write in a notebook, once you've gotten used to a computer.

But it really can be done if you put your mind to it,

and sink in your teeth.