Blog 6

After thinking about our discussion I have felt and decided to add in a third narrative in the voice you discussed me using. I will put that page in order and interject into the proper time line.

I have gone through the page and put the proper narrative story to bring in the final frame of the picture.

Writing Project #1 I never was attracted to the obvious, I never played it safe. I never wanted the same shirt as someone else. I certainly never thought that’s the way it was. I never felt settled. I certainly didn’t want to stay the same. I would never do what was expected of me. I always went way to fast. I rolled the dice twice when I should have held them in my hand.

College turned out to be beneficial; it supplied the discipline that was essential. It put terms and explanations to the things I already knew intuitively. It supplied validity to the proclamations that I constantly announce. My own words are now building up speed and weight of wisdom on par with the greatest minds of our time. It brought a silence to my days filled with white noise and the buzzing of power wires.

 I got halfway through two different semesters of two different junior colleges on two different occasions. My heart was not in it. I liked working and being free and acting like an adult with my fake ID.I loved have older friends and a tiny studio in an ally way, one block from the southern California beach. I loved the freedom. I flourished as I basked in the lack of obligation. Plus I had my entire future ahead of me and I really didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up when it came to things that required an education.

The language I used began to improve and I was slightly less confrontational. My communication skills in all environments shot up, and they were extremely honed to begin with. Not only did my handwriting improve but the actual act of writing on the page became literally more clear and easier to read and follow. The miss-spellings plummeted and the need to proof read and a desire and need to get the project correct shot upward.

Even to this day people ask what college I’m going to. I have been explaining that I didn’t go to college for about twenty years. They are always surprised I didn’t go. My family and friends are of such a lifestyle that even without a proper education I have known more than many but without that piece of

paper to validate myself to the common inside the box thinking type of persons. When I was aggressive id laugh at their stupidity, when I was sensitive I felt like I let everybody down, when things were going my way it didn’t matter. When my job felt like it completely sucked with no end in sight, Id fill with regrets again. At least my crappy side job could be of a higher quality.

I started to see the world differently. The different decisions and precedents I had set would need to be counteracted by an opposing internal force. I felt as if I must begin the process of clarifying my voice in order to get what I truly desire. I have seen too many wrongs and I want to make them apparent to all. Speaking isn’t enough .Speaking, thinking, writing, doing and succeeding is not a, nine to five job. It’s an all consuming lifestyle.

Don’t get me wrong. I did things some people can’t imagine happening and some things people don’t even realize can happen. I have easily had nights, years, weekends, months and moments just as insane as Hemmingway and as crazy and debaucheries as Henry Miller. The things I did while others went to school gave me an education you cannot apply for, and very few can afford. I've been treated by the rich and famous and I’ve been welcomed by the people of the streets and the underbelly. Sociologically I am the definition of well rounded.

After I have succeeded in the acquisition of a degree I have not yet chosen I will be continuing on in a similar lifestyle to the present, only now I will carry with me, discipline, knowledge, confidence. I’ll get respect from those who haven’t given it and I will be officially qualified to change my world. I will have a degree and piece of paper to show others that I have completed an important cycle of life in a first world country.There will always be more than one me, inside myself, but like a great general I must someday put my wars aside, because my party wants me to run for public office. Sociologically I am the definition of well rounded.

Other Blog 5 upcoming project 1

There were 2 different number 5 blog assignments...this is the results of the brainstorming ..the list for upcoming draft 1 of project 1.

I have chosen to write two simultaneous voices of what could e the same man at different times or two opposing men about the use and time and choice of going to a college.

Never ever attracted to the obvious

Never didn’t roll the dice

Never didn’t know I might have to do it again later

Never felt settled

Never wanted to stay the same

Never wanted to grow old together

Never didn’t want to be on the other side

Never didn’t want to excel

Hyper little discipline, glamor, glory, knowledge

Boundryless culture  

Parties nightclubs waiter production TV friendship adventure sexuality substances in formalness boldness brashness confidence blindness star filled eyes

I know what I was

I knew what I didn’t know

I knew what I wanted to be

P.S. I have draft #1

Blog 5

Field Trips Stuart Dybeck &Coming Home Again Chang-Rae Lee

Great story, had fun with it. Liked a lot of the lines of humor from himself, his friends, and the moments recreated. I liked the full circle ending from both field trips that were separate years apart. The backup narrative contributed by the side characters comments.

I truly enjoyed the enormous amount of description compiled into the sentences. In three and a half pages I went on two journeys with this author.

I also enjoyed the lack of overfilled emotion and the honest thoughts about the jobs and comments.

The main concept is the life lessons learned through youthful deliberately planned school outings to promote life lesions. The lesions were deeper then the school would expect. The idea was to bring together all these walks of life and examples of our most simple and base variations of the truthful human lives. Religion martyrs, killers of living creatures to feed others, and incarcerated woman who were forced to have sex at ten with their fathers.

They were both stories that spanned time and conveyed messages that take decades to put together.

They were able to balance the stories in a manner to convey the feelings and emotions and imbedded flashbulb memories that stayed around to build the entire picture of not what was happening but what was happening inside and out.

Coming home used the cooking the favoritism the passage of time the inner most honesties at yet a later date.

The college through life stories going back and forth against the new life in the house with the disese closing in.

Blog 4

Blog 4 John McPhee “The Patch”

John McPhee’s story as it pertains to our class was first and foremost some type of a parallel story or one of the forms of back and forth etc.

It was also emotional in the sense it was a man who was unable to communicate with his genuine feelings. He place of expressing himself he described in a very methodical and sterile way the most minuet details of fishing.

The story that ran beside the fishing story was that of his father’s death. Fishing was something that had bonded them tighter in the author’s youth and while his father lay on his death bed these reminisces brought them to their closest common denominator of each other.

The final sentence even incorporated the father’s tears as the son told of literally and metaphorically catching a fish with the actual bamboo fishing pole of the father. The next sentence confirming that after this break through the father had passed within sixth months.

It seemed as if his times and breaks away from fishing and the internal feelings he received from it could also represent the relationship to the father. Not forgetting or hating or avoiding just never getting around to it. He would even bring the pole on camping trips for years without even using it.

The fact that he found so much insensitivity for the young doctor treating his father who had himself been a doctor seemed to show yet another cycle of life. The fish that would eat their own seemed to show these levels of callousness.

He became better at fishing and better at being an adult and a man and somehow resolved whatever it was that might have been missing with his father and this story was written to elevate the pain.

Blog # 3

My Definition of creative now fiction

CNF: Encapsulating the pure truth on the page, by means of the most pressing details from the miniscule thought to the massive overview.

I believe the two writers mixed together might explain my definition. Lopate wrote that you must make yourself into a character and behave believably but I feel as if your character of self should not have to behave believable. If it isn’t real then it is not real and is not creative non-fiction. Perhaps you need to find your pattern or rhythm that you reach your most interesting self. If you have an interesting enough view of self then you are ready to be read by others.

You must have the writing skills and then the abilities to move the thought to the paper in the way the words drop in a fantastic verbal explanation or story. It is a way of expressing the root of the story as if you were addressing an audience in the same manner as a very close associate or friend.

With Kiddler I agree to the level of truth pushed for here, but I do not agree with the actual name’s being used, then it becomes unfair, biased, sneaking, reporting or an unauthorized biography. To tell a real or true story that might be taboo, or private or flattering for some and unflattering for others in the same story.

Then it must have that wonderful feeling of being a person or friend that I quote unquote “Know”. The interesting story everyone pass on to each other naturally. The exposed truth is an expose and the creative non-fiction is the truth you tell your best friends, family inner circle and repeat as cocktail conversation with even one more or less depth and removal and or distance added in. from the original names, a synopsis version and then down to a comment or inside joke or memory of an exceptional moment of distinction.

All in all the like the abilities to tell great stories the same way id would tell them verbally without the constraints of formula.  ßDefinition number 2

Blog 2 Lowery,Vowell, and Bellow

Blog #2

Lowery added to my thoughts and mind my mind to writing a semi-autobiographical story of another from a first person expression through the use of personal involvement, closeness, and in this case genuine attachment. Lowery also used the creative non-fiction as a way to put truth together without having to write a diary in order of events and thoughts.

Vowell did the same type of thing but was able to cross personal experience with history and giving her the opportunity to write the thoughts or possible experiences and literal thoughts cross decades and juxtaposing them while giving double meaning. I personal felt from her tone that she was being ironically or false- idealistic and trying to solve something within herself about what is important in her country.

Bellow took introspection and creative now fiction and produced a very close to inside the head narrative about what it feels like to see the other side of your head, (meaning your face). Very self-concise creating a very personal perspective that was hard to avoid even if not immediately interested, which I was. I feel as if three different depths of my thought process and I will be able to write closer to the hilt and in a more direct manner even while skirting the issue.

Blog 1 Lucy Grealy

     I found that the dancing back and force between the times and circumstances  to be the way you truly mull something over in the mind. The areas of writing that came in bunches of a sort were most apparent during the operations and more unpleasant circumstances that arose. The pace would quicken and the feelings of anxiety would rise. During moments of friendship,pleasure and privacy a soothing to one would over take the writing.It ended with warmth.