Regular Life

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. – Robert Frost

Browsing Posts published in November, 2009

Remaining Red
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Sound Clip – Ben explains how some spiders catch their prey.
 

It wasn’t what I had in mind when I started the car Sunday morning.

After my son and I played catch and other games in the back yard early, I decided we needed to get out of the house, to one of the places I recently discovered while wandering away from work.

On past walks and bicycle rides to the donut shop, Benjamin had toted along books in his backpack. The tradition became this: move a while, then stop and sit on the sidewalk for me to read him a book. Benjamin decided to continue this tradition on trips that don’t involve deep-fried breakfast food.

This time there was a twist that, while initially undesirable, turned out to be pleasant. (as usual, please use headphones or earbuds for maximum immersion)

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As one who brings his lunch to work, I rarely get out of the office until quitting time. When the weather’s right, however, I can be found wandering away from work. I have made a few discoveries along the way.

Hold Tight
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On the way into work Thursday morning a stream caught my eye, but I didn’t have time to stop and take pictures. Come lunch time it was a welcome break for someone taking his midday meal two hours later than usual.

I parked my car next to the suburban street curb, finished my lunch, and then wandered over to the stream to see what my camera and I could do. In the picture above, note how clear the water is all the way to the bottom, and the curvature of the water where the surface tension holds up the leaves.

Because the clouds and the wind combined to give me a variety of lighting situations, I’ll be using this trip for examples in instructional posts. I haven’t written anything like that in a while.

Other “Wandering” entries:
One, Two, Three

A question formed in my mind while I recently read the script for “The Princess Bride.”

Would some of the most renowned novelists of the past have written for and/or directed movies had they existed? Or would that have fallen in the lap of the playwrights?

This came up because, as I read the script, I wanted to skip over the brief descriptive passages to get to the dialogue. The imagery already ingrained in my brain from several past viewings, I saw the narrative as a hindrance to my enjoyment of the movie’s witty verbal exchanges. (Had it been the actual script rather than a transcript of the film, I would have enjoyed it on a completely different level.)

Those details, however, are vital to a novelist. While some things can be left to the reader’s imagination, there are other times that details are important to the story, and without prior knowledge of a place, the reader needs the author’s painstakingly specific depiction. In today’s culture of instant worldwide communication, it’s harder to reach a reader who has no preconceived notions of a setting.

We also should remember that some of the most well-known authors were published in literary magazines that paid by the word. Excess description and flowery adjectives helped line the struggling artists’ pockets.

With a moving picture to assist them, however, would the literary greats have gone to such great lengths holed up in their writing cubbies, or would they have concentrated on the dialogue and a few simple settings? Would Charles Dickens have scratched out his ideas for “A Christmas Carol” on a pub napkin and let a filmmaker do the rest?

I shudder to think that Great Expectations might never have existed in novel form. In it Dickens seems to be working from a palette most modern writers don’t even know exists. Then again, maybe I just haven’t read enough “real” literature.

Much of the shift of eyeballs from the printed word to the screen, whether to read or to watch, is thanks to technology much newer than film.

Perhaps writers of classic novels thrust into today’s world still would toil over the niggling details, yet publish them online. Certainly this would be the perfect model for those wishing to get read, not get rich. I know an online novelist who says he would make movies if he had the budget, but since blogging is so cheap he uses that medium to foist his considerable talents upon the world.

As increasingly portable devices make it easier for us to be viewers rather than readers, will our appreciation for expertly crafted narrative give way to cinematography that looks good on a 4-inch screen? I have given in to this more than a few times over my lunch hour, propping my PocketDish up against my insulated lunch pail rather than reading a book. On trips, it is not unusual for me to read a book only until the flight attendant says it’s okay to turn on “approved electronic devices.”

I tell myself that I do it because, with a wife who is a fan of neither horror nor unflinching independent films, I get less time at home to watch whatever I want. In reality, however, I grew up a TV viewer and movie lover, reading only when neither of those was convenient.

In recent years I find I’m usually happier writing than reading or viewing, and so at that same lunch table I often can be found tapping at these keys.

At the rate technology is progressing, watching a screen anywhere will be convenient, and the restroom will no longer be nicknamed “the library.” Devices like the Amazon Kindle, however, are using technology to keep “print” alive. Perhaps if it and related products become as ubiquitous as the iPod, reading will not be completely replaced by viewing.

In the end, I suppose that writers plucked from the past and dropped into present day would tailor their craft toward whatever medium allowed them to avoid working a regular job.

When deciding between reading or viewing I just can’t let myself forget that very few things I have watched have been as engrossing, entertaining, and thought-provoking as a good book. I have to make myself believe it, because my ultimate goal is to write one.

I’m writing a new work of fiction, but it’s coming along slowly. For the first time in years, I am not reading a book.

The main reason? I watch more television this season than I have in several years. As I wrote this post, I became alarmed at how much I watch — 5.5 hours per week, not counting Razorbacks games when they’re televised. I suppose that still averages out to less than an hour per night, but it feels like a lot when writing about it.

My wife and I have spent the last two nights getting her caught up on the show “Flash Forward.” The DVR now has more free space, and we have only two episodes to go. I hope it fares better than two other recent shows that hooked me in the first episode.

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As one who brings his lunch to work, I rarely get out of the office until quitting time. When the weather’s right, however, I can be found wandering away from work. I have made a few discoveries along the way.

Wandering last Thursday, I drove to the spot where Plano holds its annual Balloonfest. If nothing else, I wanted to see the area without all the crowds, food and drink vendors, and other accoutrement of a summertime festival. The signs told me it was Oak Point Park, which I recognized from earlier online research of potential local hiking destinations.

I worked my earbuds into my ears, pressed “play” for some Rilo Kiley on my music player, grabbed my camera gear, and hit the paved path toward the woods. Just a hundred feet short of a bridge crossing a wide creek, I spotted and veered onto a trail leading into the trees.

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Since 2005 I have used my blog to share what’s happening in our lives. Four days from when this publishes, I begin the final year of my 30’s. What better time to look back on what my 30’s brought before I started a public journal?

I turned 30 in the dreaded year 2000. By the time my birthday arrived, it was fairly clear that the world was not going to end as a result of the rollover from 1999. It also was fairly clear that Prince’s song “1999″ would never be the same.

We had moved to northwest Arkansas in 1999 so I finally could leave information technology and follow my dream of writing for a living, for exactly half the pay I had been earning. The funniest thing about that was the number of people who asked me, “Is your wife going with you?”

That was only the beginning of a period that can be summed up by that overused word, “change.”

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As one who brings his lunch to work, I rarely get out of the office until quitting time. When the weather’s right, however, I can be found wandering away from work. I have made a few discoveries along the way.

Fence and YellowThis area is a challenge for finding fall colors. Most trees featuring colorful leaves are very young ornamentals — a bit of a letdown considering the beautiful forests aflame with red, orange, and yellow back in our Arkansas home. Doing my best with the noon light, I captured a tree with yellow leaves beside a white fence.

Look UpA few days later, I noticed a path running through a narrow strip of woods near a stream. I made my way there by way of a bank parking lot. Although I didn’t come away with much, I enjoyed the 75-degree weather.

Rewarding photos or not, I escaped the four walls of the office just long enough to stretch my legs and focus on things more distant than 18 inches.

As one who brings his lunch to work, I rarely get out of the office until quitting time. When the weather’s right, however, I can be found wandering away from work. I have made a few discoveries along the way.

Lately, I have gravitated toward one particular stretch of road. I never know exactly what I’m trying to find until I’m there looking, which goes a long way toward preventing disappointment.

One day as I drove past a small strip mall, I noticed a sign that was new to me. It immediately made me want to go there and meet the folks who worked at, and, with any luck, owned a shop with such a great name. I also wanted to know exactly what it was they offered. The name alone was not a dead giveaway.

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(Note: I meant “precedes,” but changing it now will break links)

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As if timing could make anything like what happened at Fort Hood, Texas, on Thursday any more tragic, the shootings came within a week of Veteran’s Day here in the United States. I’m sure that the meaning of the holiday will be thrust to the forefront of the country’s consciousness, only to be drowned out by store-wide sales events again next year.

I took the photo above while attending a patriotic parade in Bentonville, Arkansas on the Saturday following September 11, 2001. I present it again as nothing more than an image supporting those who have served, those who have fallen, and those left behind by their loss.

And this time, what a heart-wrenching loss it was.

Strange Dog
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