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Melody and narrative

I have to dis­close a few facts to you before I can fully explain what I’m about to tell you. I’m a sucker for a book series. I have read Harry Pot­ter, the Space Odyssey Series, the Time Odyssey Series, the Rama Series (includ­ing Bright Mes­sen­gers and Dou­ble Full Moon Night), Lord of the Rings, and most recently Twi­light. There is some­thing about series like these that inter­est me. Even if the story isn’t par­tic­u­larly good, I can­not walk away until I have fin­ished everything.

Another fact I need to dis­close is the method which I con­sume music. Although I hon­estly try to change it up, I usu­ally enjoy lis­ten to one album or song at a time over and over. Most recently that has been the album Wichita Line­man by Glen Camp­bell, but in the past has been Black­black, The Broth­ers Bloom sound­track, or these songs.

Some­times these facts unex­pect­edly coex­ist. When a book series and an album inter­sect I can­not divorce the two. They are for­ever deeply con­nected in my mind. So much so that I feel like cry­ing when I hear a song. It reminds me so vividly of the story that has a per­ma­nent place in my heart. It is the long­ing for that moment. The happy mem­ory of your week­end on a Sun­day after­noon. Or the lull after the high of summer.

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The first time this hap­pened to me was when I read the first four Harry Pot­ter books dur­ing high school at our apart­ment in Claire­mont, San Diego. I was really into dub at the time espe­cially Scratch Attack by Lee Perry. I lis­tened to that col­lec­tion on repeat for the entire dura­tion of the first four. When­ever I hear the song Scratch Walk­ing I think of Harry sav­ing Ginny in the Cham­ber of Secrets, of the despair of fight­ing against so much dark­ness, of hav­ing fam­ily in your close friends, of the mys­ter­ies of Hogwarts.

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I later felt com­pelled to turn Scratch Attack on while I was read­ing the rest because I could not sep­a­rate Harry Pot­ter from Lee Perry.

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This recently hap­pened to me again. I saw the movie The Broth­ers Bloom and became obsessed with its sound­track. I started lis­ten­ing to it on repeat all day. I also was per­suaded to see the first Twi­light movie. I can’t explain why, but see­ing the movie gave me the want to read all of the Twi­light books. And now, for­ever con­nected to the Depart­ment of Safety, the North­west, the town of Forks, the beach at La Push, the Cul­lens’ House, miss­ing Edward, the Vol­turi… is Penelope’s Theme by Nathan John­son. A kind of “Bella’s Lul­laby” if you will.

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I had an Engish teacher in Jr. High who would play dif­fer­ent music for each book we were read­ing to help us to remem­ber it for the tests. Although that was more delib­er­ate, the con­clu­sion is sim­i­lar. I believe the con­nec­tion between the melody and the nar­ra­tive enables me to remem­ber the sto­ries so much more intensely. It is an inad­ver­tent psy­cho­log­i­cal exper­i­ment. Have you had any expe­ri­ence like this? Have you had an unbreak­able con­nec­tion between cer­tain melodies and narratives?

I read this book: The Survivors

The Survivors by Hammond InnesI just fin­ished a book that I must rec­comend. It is called The Sur­vivors. I feel so down since I fin­ished this book. It is the essence of every­thing I love about books lately. Adven­ture, suspense…

I bought The Sur­vivors along with Ren­dezvous with Rama, another gem from Coun­ter­point. I mean, it was on the vin­tage paper­back shelf. I paid $1 for this book. I bought it solely on the cover. Per­haps my great­est find at a used bookstore.

I am deeply obsessed with polar regions for the same rea­son I’m obsessed with the ocean and outer space. It’s the unknown, it can­not be con­tained. We can­not really grasp it, even with our thoughts. It is the sub­lime. It is beau­ti­ful and bleak.

Polar regions have incred­i­ble occur­rences that only hap­pen at the poles. Auro­ras? High con­cen­tra­tion of mete­orites? Yeah! Talk about feel­ing small. The thought of it all over­whelms me.

The Sur­vivors fol­lows the story of Dun­can Craig, who left his job in Lon­don in search of some­thing new. He trav­els to South Africa where he thinks he will be able to find work. The work he finds is far dif­fer­ent than he imag­ines. He becomes a skip­per of a catcher in a whal­ing fleet. The cir­cum­stances in which he becomes employed are sketchy. There is a lot of unrest in the fleet and spec­u­la­tion of mur­der and wrong doing. There is a rush to get out into the Atlantic and sort out all the trouble.

As the story begins to become monot­o­nous, Craig goes into the floes in res­cue of another catcher whose hull was cracked from the ice. This sim­ple res­cue esca­lates and many ships go down, includ­ing the large fac­tory ship The South­ern Cross. With over 500 men on the ice, they must fig­ure out how to sur­vive with­out freez­ing to death or being crushed by the ice­bergs mov­ing through the floes. Whoa! You begin to get an idea of what it would be like to be stranded on the ice, how small we are in the scheme of things, how lit­tle con­trol we actu­ally have.

And this is the real deal. While research­ing this post I came across this blurb about the author: “Ham­mond Innes was a writer who made a point of research­ing the mate­r­ial for his adven­tures in great depth. If he was writ­ing about oil-rigs then he spent time on an oil-rig; if about the Antarc­tic then he spent time in the frozen South.“1 Ham­mond Innes had per­sonal con­tact with the forces of the Antarc­tic. He wit­nessed the mag­ni­tude of the ice. I can’t imag­ine any­thing more per­fect. This book is “a rous­ing adven­ture yarn of derring-do on the Antarc­tic” writ­ten by an author who expe­ri­enced it first hand.

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I read this book: Rendezvous with Rama

While look­ing for our book club books at Coun­ter­point I came across Ren­dezvous with Rama by Arthur C. Clarke for $3. I really like this guy, Arthur C. Clarke. This is the third (fourth?) book I’ve read that he has writ­ten. Okay, the oth­ers were 2001: A Space Odyssey (obvi­ously) and Islands in the Sky. I watched the film adap­ta­tion of 2010, but that doesn’t count. Also, the film wasn’t that good. Though it was made 16 years after 2001 the spe­cial effects are far more prim­i­tive. But that’s not the point. I read Ren­dezvous with Rama and it was very good. I liked it very much. I read it in (essen­tially) two sit­tings. You should really read it.

Rendezvous with RAMA

This book has it all, all the ele­ments. It’s really the per­fect rep­re­sen­ta­tion for its genre. It has adven­ture (Wild at Heart haha­hah), it has uncer­tainty, it has the unknown. That’s one thing I really like about Arthur C. Clarke. It is a theme in all his works I’ve read. The uncer­tainty, the unknown. No mat­ter how advanced and futur­is­tic soci­ety becomes, we never know more than our Solar Sys­tem first­hand. Our Solar Sys­tem is quite large, and col­o­niza­tion of plan­ets hap­pens, but we still are always curi­ous. There is always the infi­nite uni­verse. It is pretty darn overwhelming.

Rendezvous with RAMA

To explain the plot briefly, Rama is a 31 mile long space­craft. It has been trav­el­ing for per­haps mil­lions of years. The clos­est it has been to any star was more than 200,000 years ago. It is an enigma. It is unknown. As it is trav­el­ing through our Solar Sys­tem the crew of the Endeav­our has 3 weeks to explore it. That process rep­re­sents the core of this book. There are many sur­prises. If you read this book, keep in mind that the Ramans do every­thing in threes.

Links Blaring

REAL TALK! I’m at the cross­roads, Sun­day morn­ing, (gonna miss every­body), in life right now. I’m exit­ing the college-part time job-parents help­ing with rent/school/insurance/etc-not wor­ry­ing about things like insurance-time and enter­ing the holy f-bomb-I need to get a job soon-working-car?-finding a place to live-getting mar­ried–com­bin­ing books–liv­ing time. I really felt this today. Not in a bad way, more like get­ting stuff done like mad. I was gath­er­ing for my port­fo­lio today and real­ized at some point recently I deleted my last 2 years of school work. EVERYTHING! Which is good and bad. Most of it wasn’t that good any­how + I have printed ver­sions of all the good stuff. Also, I have all the stuff from work­ing at UR. (Also, it looks like I’m actu­ally grad­u­at­ing, con­trary to what I found out last week. I shouldn’t speak too soon though…)

strongEven though there is only 5 (4?) weeks left in the semes­ter, what really hit me was how unpre­pared I am for jobs/interviews. Not because my port­fo­lio is loosely together, but I’m men­tally not pre­pared. I was read­ing How To Be a Graphic Designer With­out Los­ing Your Soul today when I real­ized this. It talked about going on count­less inter­views, learn­ing from the bad ones, etc. REAL TALK!

“HOW TO FIND A JOB”

“WHAT DO EMPLOYERS REALLY WANT”

gdbookblog.jpgI will prob­a­bly talk about this a lot more com­ing up, so get ready!!! (i.e. I lost inter­est in writ­ing more because Laura and I are mak­ing gin­ger bread and it’s almost ready!!!!)

***Links Blar­ing refers to my Tum­blr, which attacks all my time!!!

My Karass

Most of life, in gen­eral, is com­prised of peo­ple act­ing weird. Even in the most sin­cere cases, life is like this. But that’s the big idea isn’t it? Every­thing is silly and can­not be taken seri­ously ever. But at the same time, every­thing is sacred.

This next part is espe­cially for Alisha and Laura, but is equally impor­tant for any­one who loves old men as their own offspring:

“I wish I’d writ­ten Our Town. I wish I’d invented Rollerblades.“
–Kurt Von­negut, Time­quake

SPOILER ALERT*: I can’t really talk about this with­out ruin­ing the surprise.

I have been con­sid­er­ing my karass today. (All of this prob­a­bly has to do with the amount of Von­negut I have been con­sum­ing of late.) I can’t exactly pin­point who these indi­vid­u­als might be, but I know it must involve the Inter­net at some point. I love the idea that we are unknow­ingly work­ing toward some greater goal together. It’s not any­thing we plan. Life, the Uni­verse, plans, they all progress on their own.

*You should read Cat’s Cra­dle or this if you are in a hurry.

Kilgore Trout Wannabe’s, or The Fountain of Youth is Vegas.

So, long story short. The web­site is back online. Orig­i­nally I felt ashamed about the cir­cum­stances, but I feel mostly angry about it now. It just took for­ever and cost me $46.99 more than it should have. (Dolla dolla billz y’all!) That being said. I’m sorry every­one. But now, to the future…

prescottfamily.org is com­ing in a big way. We have big plans. Big dreams. Small hopes. That’s all I can say about this for now. TOP SECRET.

It may come as a sur­prise, but I am more of a designer than some code guru. (Not a sur­prise.) Suf­fice it to say I don’t really know much javascript­ness. Today I came across Pro­to­type and script.aculo.us. (Way legit!) Both have the poten­tial to help me pimp out these here pages to Olympic heights.

Then Alisha sends me this.

You know it’s all that. But I miss my friends and love those who are around chillin’. New friends, poten­tial new friends. Beer barons. I ran out of deo-derant. And I mean, it’s fine. Work is in AC. After work is in the warm LA nights. Warm smoggy LA. San Gabriel Val­ley. LA wannabe’s. It’s so weird. You are in “LA”, but not really. You don’t feel like you are.

There is this unseen gap. Like a demo­graphic. There are newer strip mallz here. That’s the big dif­fer­ence. There isn’t as many estab­lished strips like there are in the real “LA”. Not like estab­lished his­toric like New Eng­land (Shili), but sort of. (I just ended it with a prepo­si­tion, but what­ever. It’s about the story telling. It’s the kids, the insane, the crap. The salt of the earth. The real peo­ple. They get it. Read Kurt V. He knows it. It’s the insane man (or woman) call­ing for Kil­gore Trout. Sex shops. Sci­ence Fic­tion. Yeah, the writ­ing is poor, but they said it. They deal with the real issues, the UNIVERSE.)