Art, Books, Characters, Gender, Writing

Female vs. Male Narratives in Cloud Atlas

If you haven't read/seen Cloud Atlas, you've probably at least heard of it (but beware the SPOILERS). I wrote a review of the movie about 9 months ago, when it first came out (it's kind of a disaster,¬†especially¬†in the make-up department), and recently finished reading the book, which is far better than the film (though… Continue reading Female vs. Male Narratives in Cloud Atlas

Art, Musing

Great Artists Steal

Earlier this evening, I went to see a play at the Seattle Bathhouse Theater--a small community theater on Greenlake where tickets are by donation and the majority of the shows are put on by drama classes. This theater has a wonderful tradition of either commissioning plays to be written specifically for the acting troop in… Continue reading Great Artists Steal

Art, Personal Story, Poetry, Words

Spam is Poetry

I get a lot of spam messages. I have been getting more of them in recent weeks due to my unusually high posting volume. A lot of people hate getting spam messages, but I've developed a certain fondness for the things. They just try so hard to sound like people, you know? So many almost-sentences.… Continue reading Spam is Poetry

Art, Movies, Rant

The Value of a Good Genre Film

Well, folks, with the Golden Globes just past, the SAG awards just winding down, and the Oscars poking their glittery little noses around the corner, it's that time of the year again: pretentious movie appreciation season! Detecting a note of bitterness, are you? Yeah, you caught me. Don't get me wrong--I'm 100% movie nerd, right… Continue reading The Value of a Good Genre Film

Advice, Art

Exercises

In my novel class last week, my teacher, the esteemed Professor Bosworth, gave us a worksheet written by John Gardner, an American novelist best known for his writing how-to guide On Moral Fiction, which basically pissed a lot of people off. The worksheet we read features 26 writing exercises, and it has a lengthy introduction… Continue reading Exercises

Art, Memories, Questions

Young Woman Writing

When I was a freshman in High School, my parents took my brother and me to New York for a week. We stayed in the tiniest of tiny hotel rooms (my mattress had to be stored underneath my brother's bed during the day so we could walk across the room), ate rotten yogurt and delicious… Continue reading Young Woman Writing