Pam Webb

a writer's journey as a reader

Archive for the month “May, 2013”

Why We Say: #2


Title page of Three Hundred Aesop's Fables

Title page of Three Hundred Aesop’s Fables (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Continuing on with what could be an enlivening series of posts is #2: “Adding Insult to Injury”

History:
This expression is traced back to Aesop, the storyteller who attached morals onto his flash fiction parables.

Story:
Apparently a man who possessed hair deficit disorder swatted at a fly and in doing so missed the fly and smacked himself in the head.  Not only did the fly get away (the insult), but the man got a lump on his noggin for his efforts (the injury).

Application:
Today, when someone says or does something that hurts another person, either verbally or physically, and then does something that furthers this problem, such as not apologizing for the initial incident, or creates another problem, that person is said to add insult to the injury.

My Thoughts:
Did it really matter that the guy in Aesop’s story was bald to begin with? Was that the insult–that not only did the guy have no hair, now he had a lump for everyone to see.

 

 

 

A Slice of Pi


Too often I realize I am a book snob. Certain subjects, authors, or just because it is crazy popular will place me in snub mode. My shame, especially since I am a professed Book Booster. Isn’t confession supposed to be part of the cure?
This is why I am even more embarrassed I have put off reading Life of Pi for so long.

image from videostoresnearspringfield.com

When it first came out I did my huffy verisimilitude snort and bypassed it. “Oh, please, really? A boy and a tiger on the ocean in a boat and he lives to tell about?” I had no problem with C.S. Lewis creating a horse and a boy as pals, let alone a lion mentoring three British children? I really must get my veracity meter checked one of these days.

With Pi I broke THE rule and saw the movie first–home version, sans Blu-Ray or 3D glasses. My review? Magical.
And that’s it. You don’t need yet another review among the surfeit of Pi commentaries. The movie motivated me to read the book.. Fortunately, our school librarian, in the midst of checking in end-of- the year materials, hasn’t had time to shelve new books and she allowed me to take it home over the weekend. There’s nothing like a long weekend and a mesmerizing novel.
I will say this–I appreciate the novel so much more having experienced the film (possible even in plain everyday vanilla DVD fashion). Frankly, parts of the plot were a bit hard to visualize, such as the raft and the meerkat island, without the aid of movie inserts. It’s not that my imagination station is broke it’s just that Ang Lee created such a wondrous palette of preprogrammed living color the plot danced more as the movie played in my head. Then there is Richard Parker; I couldn’t have imagined him as well as his CGI counterpart. He is such a handsome tiger. Of course,  meerkats by the thousands is visually is much more impressive via the wide-screen than by my mental viewing station.

The novel contains much more detail (I, uh, flipped past some of the more colorful aspects of oceanic survival); however, aspects of the movie were better, such as the family dynamics.

The most important takeaway of both stories is this quote:

“And so it is with God.”

This quote absolutely resonates with me. The ambiguity of the story’s ending reminds me so much of Inception, allowing us the intelligence of denouement possibilities.

I wonder if there is a correlation between my initially snubbing Life of Pi because I did not grow up with pie–seriously, I don’t remember my mom serving up chocolate cake, apple pie, or cookies (I have compensated and I taught myself the art of pie making and make a mean apple custard pie complimented by “my goodness!” flaky crust). Pie didn’t interest me until I reached adulthood.

And so it is with this Pi, of which I will ask for another slice.

Cover of "Life of Pi"

Cover of Life of Pi

Verily, Verily, Verisimilitude


The Matrix Online

The Matrix Online (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What is real?”

Isn’t that the big question asked in The Matrix?

We live in the real, yet we crave for an escape, hence literature and film and video games.  Yet, as much as we push the boundaries of “What is real” and explore space, time periods, new worlds, ways to expand our minds, change our bodies, there still needs to be verisimilitude.

veri·si·mil·i·tude

noun \-sə-ˈmi-lə-ˌtüd, -ˌtyüd\

Definition of VERISIMILITUDE

1
: the quality or state of being verisimilar
2
: something verisimilar
veri·si·mil·i·tu·di·nous \-ˌmi-lə-ˈtüd-nəs, -ˈtyüd-; -ˈtü-də-nəs, -ˈtyü-\adjective

Examples of VERISIMILITUDE

<the novel’s degree of verisimilitude is compromised by 18th-century characters who speak in very 21st-century English>

And there it is–like Neo, there is the invincibility that comes from stretching the dream world, and the knowledge of being tethered into reality.

For instance, I can believe a girl from Kansas can get whirled up into tornado and be dropped in a magical land of talking scarecrows, populated by little people, witches (both good and bad), flying monkeys, and horses of a different color. Nevertheless, I’d be hard pressed to believe she goes back to Kansas in a rocket ship or sprouts wings to fly there herself.  There must be real enough with our unreal.

Recently I completed a triology, where the story is set after the modern world has ended due to a pandemic virus. The world that is rebuilt is based on medieval times, complete with castles, warriors, limited technical knowledge. There is also the aspect of the people discovering the religion of their ancestors, which lends a blending of past, present, and future. I hung with the entire series, barely so at times because of one annoying problem: verisimiliutde slippage.

There we would be, the hero and heroine recointering after a tremoundous battle and after some appropriate,  credible medivialistic setting, into the dialogue would pop out, “Wow, those guys were tough.” Poof, verily, verily, the magic bubble popped. I couldn’t wrap my mind the modern vernacular.  I’m not looking for “forsooths and thous”, only credibility.

Anyone else have a book or even a film that tweaked their need for verisimilitude?

Umbrellas and Choice


One of the benefits of taking on April’s National Poetry Month was discovering cool stuff like Poem-a-Day.  Everyday, free of charge, straight to my mailbox, I get to savor a new verse flavor.  I like it.  This one especially feathered my appreciative factor:

L’Avenir est Quelque Chose
by Dobby Gibson

All day for too long
everything I’ve thought to say
has been about umbrellas,
how I can’t remember how
I came to possess whatever weird one
I find in my hand, like now,
how they hang there on brass hooks
in the closet like failed actors,
each one tiny or too huge,
like ideas, always needing
to be shaken off and folded up
before we can properly forget them on the train.
Most of my predictions are honestly
just hopes: a sudden sundress in March,
regime change in the North, the one where Amanda
wins the big book award from the baby boomers.
There’s that green and white umbrella
the cereal company interns handed us
outside the doomed ball game,
the one just for sun,
the one with the wooden handle
as crooked as the future
that terrifies me whenever one of us uses it
as a stand-in for a dance partner.
You once opened it in the living room
so Scarlett could have a picnic
beneath something that felt to her like a tent
as it felt to me like my prediction
When I want to try to understand now
I tend to look up and how
truth be untold, I might see nothing
more than a few thousand pinholes in black nylon,
it’s enough to get you to Greece and back,
or something to kiss beneath,
who knows how this is going to play out?
I know you won’t ever be able to say
exactly what you’re feeling either,
the way worry might pop open overhead
like fireworks oozing pure midnight —
will we ever see the sun? —
the way we’re sure to pull closer
to whatever’s between us, the rain playing
the drum that’s suddenly us.e would live forever was already true.

About This Poem: from the author
“‘Rather than approaching a new poem as if it might be your last, try approaching it as if it’s simply your next.’ I had scribbled this advice to myself in my notebook just before I wrote this poem. It was a cold and rainy day in Minneapolis. The future seemed impossible. I grabbed the first thing I could find nearest the door.”

Roughly translated I believe the title means: “The future is a thing that overcomes. It is undergoing not the future, it is fact.”  Does anyone have a truer translation (I *cough* never took French in school, and um, sailed in the low passing in German).

Why Pick This Poem:
Umbrellas are a fave of mine.   That instant bubble zone of being in the weather, yet being protected at the same is both cozy and reassuring. It’s a lot like getting an idea and being immersed in it while coping with paying bills, driving in traffic, grading papers–I’m involved in the everyday, but walking in the bubble of an idea. Just like I carry an umbrella in my car, have one in my classroom, and there’s one hanging in the home hallway. One never knows when walking in a bubble is needed.

The Measure of Significance


Birthdays, diplomas, penciled increments on the door jamb, even odometer rollovers. These are all measures of significance. Certain birthdays hold more meaning than others. You probably remember your 21st birthday more than your 20th. Graduating from high school no doubt was more memorable than sixth. Finally marking off that coveted inch or two on the door frame meant the fulfillment of growth status. And who doesn’t thrill to see the odometer ceremoniously roll over to 100,000 miles?

Significance gets celebrated with cards, cupcakes, and hearty congratulations.  Milestones are meaningful; they create memories, kinship, and bonding.  I’m not much of a sentimentalist, and even my family jokes about my prickly practicableness, yet they don’t even know that some milestones in my life have more carryover than others.

For instance:

  • locks of hair from first haircuts
  • florist cards
  • child art
  • check stubs
  • fifth grade teacher praise

And now I have a new one:

TA-DAH!!

This is my 200th blog post

(Well, I’m kinda excited about that…)

 

“We are not amused.”


I am surprised the progeny survived my nursing skills. One of their mom jokes about me is when they were tykes, after a bash or a crash, they would come looking for some tea and sympathy. I would look them over and note: “if it’s not broken or bleeding you’re fine.”

This explains why it’s taken me two weeks to get myself to the doctor.

Yeah, I’ve been feeling a little off, downright miserable a couple of days, and wanting to sleep a lot. Okay, maybe I should take my temperature. Oops–100.9 isn’t good, is it?

Who gets walking pneumonia in May, especially when it’s 80 degrees out?  Antibiotics, fluids, and lots of bed rest for now. Good thing I have a slow, thick read by the bed.

Spirit Week or Been There and Did the Denim


image

Where’s Fonzie when I need him for fashion advice?

It’s Spirit Week next week, which gives a bit of a break to the countdown tedium of stuffy classrooms. Rumor has it we have AC. Thanks, I’ll get back to you on that.

I’m one of those wacky teachers that likes to dress up, yet not so much I don’t regret it by third period. Wearing silly gets thin after about two hours for me.

Here is the venue: I am so open to suggestions

Monday: 90’s–denim?

Tuesday: 80’s–legwarmers workout spandex?

Wednesday: 70’s –Flashdance?

Thursday: 60’s–I got the overalls and love beads (peace  out)

Friday: lost in the fifties (I own saddle shoes)

This will be a nice respite from the dress code violations of tube tops and short shorts. “But everyone else wears them!”

I don’t get into countdown mode until after Memorial Day weekend. But I’m reconsidering it after this week.

Why We Say: #1


The Word Geek in me is rising forth once again.

Having loaned out a book so long ago I thought I had inadvertently donated to Somewhere (Friends of the Library book sale, Goodwill, who knows), I did a happy dance to have it once again returned to me.  I gleaned it long ago when deleting old and dilapidated items from the school library.  Only a Word Geek would appreciate this title:

Why we say: A guidebook to current idioms…

It’s full of idioms and the background of why we say what we say.  Published in 1953, it’s actually older than I am; however, when I do utter some of these expressions now and then my students do that sideways eye glance at each other, and I will know they haven’t a clue what I am talking about.  This book, now back in my possession, helps me explain why we say what we say.

For instance:

“His excuse about not reading the assignment was above board.”

>What’s she talking about?<

>I dunno.  It’s one of her odd things she says<

Well, it’s not that odd when you think about it.  Sailors deal with the water in two ways: what goes on below, and thus unseen, and what goes on above, which is most easily seen.  When things could be seen easily, clearly, straightforward, and even honestly it was considered above board, or above the water line.

Hence, the student’s excuse about not reading the assigned homework was honest.  I believed the reason.

>Why didn’t she say that in the first place?<

>I dunno.  She says stuff like that all the time.<

Has anyone got an idiom you say but haven’t the foggiest what it means?  Betcha my lil book explains it.  Send ’em my way.

 

How to Not Write Bad [sic]


 

Oh, I know.  Nails on a chalk board.  Who could resist a writing book that so deliberately breaks the rules?  I picked this one while checking out of the library about a month ago.  Am I a writing geek or what?  I’m an absolute pushover for author biography books, writing books, or etymology books.  Raise your hand proudly if you’re geeking out in the 808 to 811 section along with me.  Yeah, I see that hand.

 

So, Ben Yagoda pulls a fast one and gets me to slip, yet another, writing how-to book onto my TBR pile.  His book is economically designed, meaning a person goes, “Hmmm, not even 200 pages.  I’ll flip through it.” And before you know it that mystery you’ve set aside for nightly browsing or weekend reading is on top of the TBR pile.  Yagoda reeled me in.  I wonder if he ever studied marketing…

 

It’s hard to resist an author whose other titles include:

 

Cover of "When You Catch an Adjective, Ki...

Cover via Amazon

 

 

 

I tend to sticky-tab as I read.  ET would not like me to annotate the library’s books, would you, dear?  Here is my collection of tabs:

 

page 17:

 

The writer Malcolm Gladwell has popularized the notion that, in order to become an outstanding practitioner in any discipline, you need to devote to it roughly 10,000 hours of practice   I’ll accept that in terms of reading.  If you put in two hours a day, that works out to about thirteen and a half years.  If you start when you’re eight, you’ll be done by college graduation.

 

page 44:

 

a. The best fruit of all is a ripe juicy flavorful peach.

 

b. The best fruit of all is a ripe, juicy, flavorful peach.

 

Why is wrong and right, and how can you decide whether to use commas in these situations? The rule I learned in junior high school still holds. Anytime you can insert the word and between adjectives and it still sounds fine, use a comma. If not, don’t.

 

page 52:

 

My initial thought is to limit this entry to one sentence: “If you feel like using a semicolon, lie down until the urge goes away.”

 

page 82:

 

2. Skunked

 

As with words, certain grammatical constructions are considered okay by some or most authorities but retain an offensive odor for many readers (and, crucially, teachers and editors), and should be avoided. This shouldn’t present a problem, since they’re usually not difficult to replace with the correct form.

 

e. Ly-less Adverbs

 

[This was a real nice clambake.]

 

[Think different.]

 

[He didn’t do so bad.]

 

[That car sure drives smooth.]

 

page 124:

 

Until Microsoft Word comes up with cliche-check to go along with spell-check, you’ll never be able to get rid of every single one.  The best you can hope for is to manage them.

 

page 172:

 

Ultimately, as with so much else, it’s a mama bear, and baby bear kind of thing: you’re the one who has to decide what’s just right. 

 

Yagoda’s style is conversant, punchy, and essential.  I would go as far as to say he is the Strunk and White with a side of wit.  Hey, he writes for the New Yorker, I would expect nothing less.

 

If you are a writers and don’t want to write badly. I suggest pursuing Yagoda’s book to learn how to avoid the most common writing problems. Writing right is not a bad idea.

 

 

 

The Lowdown on the Upside of NPM


Whew!

Whew! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Where did April go? Wasn’t it Sprink Break just a blink ago?  And now I’m making plans for Memorial Day Weekend and soon after school’s out.  Time doesn’t fly these days–it hyperlinks!

 

Among other celebratory events residing in April, Library Week being one such, I choose to go the whole tamale and celebrated National Poetry Month every single day. Planning a daily post involved some careful coordination and creativity.  Have I mentioned how much I appreciate the scheduling feature of WordPress? Couldn’t have done the super stretch of 30 posts without it.

 

I’m in a reflecting kind of mood here, so please bare (bear?) with me for a nanosecond or two. As I get ready to go back to my regularly scheduled program mode I’m not sure I shall.  I learned some things whilst committing to a month of poetry.  Here is my lowdown on the upside of celebrating National Poetry Month:

 

  • a lot of people like poetry–which gives me hope my students will one day grow out of the lip curl mode when immersed in that required unit
  • I gained about 20 new followers–that’s darn right pleasing
  • WordPress makes it easy to batch post–that schedule feature (again)
  • there are a lot of people who want to tell me all about their marketing ideas–thanks, but no thanks, I really do like my day job
  • I had fun selecting various themes and posts–it wasn’t as difficult as I thought to come up with a variety of post material
  • And I got an award!

 

liebster-award_zps3c945071

 

Thanks JenniferK! New blogging follow and a fellow writer.  I think this is the spiffiest award yet–I like the razzle dazzle bling.

 

I will have to come back and name the three or so new blogs to pass on the award.  I really haven’t had time to sift through all the new blogs I’ve come across this month, but hope to set aside this weekend to do so.

 

Last bit of reflection (you’ve been so wonderfully forbearing–here, have a cookie…)

 

 

I’ve decided with May’s arrival, which coincides with Spring–renewal, and all that new growth stuff, I shall try a new direction with the posties.  Something old, something new, and something cool.  The ideas are percolating.

 

Until next post,

 

Blue Skies
CM

 

 

 

 

Post Navigation