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Jun. 4th, 2009
Six Hours / Writing Update
Jun. 4th, 2009 01:40 pmI got to sleep for six overnight. It's my Moon. I always get the Moon Sleepies. But I woke up feeling like deep fried ass with some Garmonbozia on the side. I'd prefer to curl up in a ball and nurse my aching body, but I have to take Aunt Tudi to the doctor at 2:30. And, when I get back, the writing needs to continue.
I'm really struggling with the story of Kelat's mother for some reason. All this is really old source material in my head that I've never written down. It seems like it's become such a part of me, it's like pulling eye teeth to get it all out. Once I have that part done, it should be smooth sailing with the arrival of Orphaeus, at least for a little while. I'm thinking about writing a prologue for the book to keep it in the same framework as the first one. So I may give the Pretani story a rest for today and work on that instead.
Aaaand, I want to look at "To Whom It May Concern" sometime today. Except for the beginning of it, the entire story is written in first person, from the Joker's point of view. What I have so far is very garbled, intentionally so to better communicate a hint of madness. Not complete madness, just a hint. Just enough to make a sociopath decide that blowing up a city is a great idea and actually following through with it. So yeah. Dark. Now that I've gotten some sleep, I feel much more comfortable exploring this again. This is not an erotic fanfiction, unless you think hate letters are erotic. If so, wait 'til you get a load of this.
I'm really struggling with the story of Kelat's mother for some reason. All this is really old source material in my head that I've never written down. It seems like it's become such a part of me, it's like pulling eye teeth to get it all out. Once I have that part done, it should be smooth sailing with the arrival of Orphaeus, at least for a little while. I'm thinking about writing a prologue for the book to keep it in the same framework as the first one. So I may give the Pretani story a rest for today and work on that instead.
Aaaand, I want to look at "To Whom It May Concern" sometime today. Except for the beginning of it, the entire story is written in first person, from the Joker's point of view. What I have so far is very garbled, intentionally so to better communicate a hint of madness. Not complete madness, just a hint. Just enough to make a sociopath decide that blowing up a city is a great idea and actually following through with it. So yeah. Dark. Now that I've gotten some sleep, I feel much more comfortable exploring this again. This is not an erotic fanfiction, unless you think hate letters are erotic. If so, wait 'til you get a load of this.
Back from the doctor
Jun. 4th, 2009 07:01 pmAunt Tudi and I are back from her Nephrologist. His name is Dr. Mohammed Ebrahim. I don't know if he's a Muslim. To assume that his is because of his name and country of origin would be stupid of me. He asked us where we were from and I told him Asheville, NC. Then he asked how long we'd lived down here. I told him we'd been stuck in SC for 28 years in 2 days. He thought it was hilarious that I had it down to the very day. I explained to him that people may not believe how much of a difference 70 or so miles can make, but it was like a different world down here compared to the more liberal and open-minded Asheville. He laughed again and said with that gorgeous accent of his (I have this thing about accents), "I know exactly what you're talking about, being a foreigner."
Well, that prompted a lengthy conversation about how ignorance breeds narrow-mindedness. Feudal systems designed to keep the masses ignorant came up and he got to talking about how that mindset was still very prevalent in pockets all over the world. It was a very refreshing conversation. The man has a wise head on his shoulders and I'm very glad he's Aunt Tudi's doctor.
When we got home, Aunt Tudi turned on the news and we heard part of President Obama's speech to the Muslim world, and I was heartened by what I heard. It was the cherry on top of an enlightening and thought-provoking afternoon. Hopefully, someday, ignorance will be overcome worldwide. Either that, or humanity will destroy itself. Either way, the world will be a better place.
Well, that prompted a lengthy conversation about how ignorance breeds narrow-mindedness. Feudal systems designed to keep the masses ignorant came up and he got to talking about how that mindset was still very prevalent in pockets all over the world. It was a very refreshing conversation. The man has a wise head on his shoulders and I'm very glad he's Aunt Tudi's doctor.
When we got home, Aunt Tudi turned on the news and we heard part of President Obama's speech to the Muslim world, and I was heartened by what I heard. It was the cherry on top of an enlightening and thought-provoking afternoon. Hopefully, someday, ignorance will be overcome worldwide. Either that, or humanity will destroy itself. Either way, the world will be a better place.
Danny Elfman is a Bulgarian Woman
Jun. 4th, 2009 10:16 pmHe is. I know it. I can't believe it took me this long to realise it.
Here's the thing: whilst in college, I went off on a tangent and took a series of critical listening courses. It was pretty much my own tiny rebellion against a family who was keen on having me study to become a teacher (who hates children) or a government worker (who hates government). I wanted to be in music, somehow, someway. So, I started with critical listening. Funnily, the critical listening courses are what got me the sweetest job I ever had, being a quality inspector for the big mean music biz.
But I digress.
I had a world of music opened up to me through critical listening. One of the genres of world music presented to me was Bulgarian women's folk singing. Talitha MacKenzie did a slam-bang job of recreating the style in her recording the traditional Serbian song "Adje Jano." The style features an incredibly eerie form of dissonant harmony with a signature whine at the end of most phrases. This is the best example I could find. Those who've never heard it should check it out.
So here I was in the car earlier and "Pedestrian Wolves" by Oingo Boingo comes on. This has always been a very important Orphaeus song because it helped me create the Hive of the Beast. I'm just listening along until it comes to the bridge (the part where the Elfmeister starts to sing "And I take my pleasure on a soft red cloud...") and I was thrown for a loop. Why had I not noticed it before? The harmonies are a lot subtler, but the dissonance is there, as well as the phrasing. He's got it down for that part of the song! I was turned into a slack-jawed fool, it was as though I was hearing the song for the very first time, and I've listened to it off and on since 1994! That's 15 years of complete ignorance on my part, seeing as how I'd been an appreciator of Bulgarian women's folk singing since 1985. I'm ashamed of myself.
And that's why I now contend that Danny Elfman is, in fact, a Bulgarian woman. Either that, or he's seriously done his homework. I say we throw a frock on him and send him to Serbia, just for shits and giggles. (We, as in you and I,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
booraven22. I don't think he'd be averse to a little dress up, do you?)
Here's the thing: whilst in college, I went off on a tangent and took a series of critical listening courses. It was pretty much my own tiny rebellion against a family who was keen on having me study to become a teacher (who hates children) or a government worker (who hates government). I wanted to be in music, somehow, someway. So, I started with critical listening. Funnily, the critical listening courses are what got me the sweetest job I ever had, being a quality inspector for the big mean music biz.
But I digress.
I had a world of music opened up to me through critical listening. One of the genres of world music presented to me was Bulgarian women's folk singing. Talitha MacKenzie did a slam-bang job of recreating the style in her recording the traditional Serbian song "Adje Jano." The style features an incredibly eerie form of dissonant harmony with a signature whine at the end of most phrases. This is the best example I could find. Those who've never heard it should check it out.
So here I was in the car earlier and "Pedestrian Wolves" by Oingo Boingo comes on. This has always been a very important Orphaeus song because it helped me create the Hive of the Beast. I'm just listening along until it comes to the bridge (the part where the Elfmeister starts to sing "And I take my pleasure on a soft red cloud...") and I was thrown for a loop. Why had I not noticed it before? The harmonies are a lot subtler, but the dissonance is there, as well as the phrasing. He's got it down for that part of the song! I was turned into a slack-jawed fool, it was as though I was hearing the song for the very first time, and I've listened to it off and on since 1994! That's 15 years of complete ignorance on my part, seeing as how I'd been an appreciator of Bulgarian women's folk singing since 1985. I'm ashamed of myself.
And that's why I now contend that Danny Elfman is, in fact, a Bulgarian woman. Either that, or he's seriously done his homework. I say we throw a frock on him and send him to Serbia, just for shits and giggles. (We, as in you and I,
booraven22. I don't think he'd be averse to a little dress up, do you?)