creative writing prompt 3

the following exercise can be found here, as item number 3.

the dictionary atop your shelf has more than 200,000 words defined. why don’t you blow off some of the dust on its cover and randomly pick out 10 words? don’t look at the meanings; just concentrate on the words. write down your words on a (blank) sheet of paper. now, you’re going to have fun creating meanings for those words. what do the words make you think of? what do you think they should mean?

contemptuous: (adj.) able to ignite flammable materials with high-intensity beams of light emitted from ones eye socket or sockets.

menthol: (n.) the act of flipping a hamburger, pancake, omelet, or other flat, round food in its cooking apparatus, usually a frying pan.
also (v.) the act of flipping as above. dude, nice menthol with that veggie burger, but be careful with the splashing oil.

enzyme: (n.) small hair cilia on the legs of a hornet or other winged, stinging insect.

preclude: (n.) the smooth laminate coating on printed magazines and post cards.

catalyst: (n.) a rough-hewn toenail clipping.

verdant: (n.) a complex backflip, seen often in competitive diving or gymnastics.

Christmas: (n.) the connective joint linking wiper blades to the motorized wiper arm on most German-manufactured automobiles.

grain: (v.) to coerce or convince another into a given task or behaviour through the use of food.

monolith: (n.) in the hebnaphrian religion; the patron saint of communicable diseases.

celluloid: (adj.) the ability to grow seeds on an exterior surface, skin, or rhind of a fruit or vegetable; n.b. strawberry

a message to a friend

the following is an e-mail message to a friend i met with earlier this evening.

Hey Brian–

The conversation you and I had over dinner earlier this evening was a refreshing one. Some thoughts for the morning after (I certainly hope you’re not checking e-mail on a night like this).

“I shall tell you a great secret, my friend. Do not wait for the last judgment. It takes place every day.” –Albert Camus, The Fall, 1956

Here’s a little something I’d been wanting to get off my chest pretty much all day long. Hope you don’t mind.

I started using an electric shaver not too long ago. I was irritated with the cartridge razors I was using; in my quest to use fewer and fewer chemicals, I stopped using typical shaving cream (I was using some kind of Colgate Sensitive Skin substance), and simply shaved with cartridge razors and soap n’ water. Well, the result was less than satisfactory. I ended up having frequent bouts of ingrown hairs upon my neck. They’d eventually turn into hideous, prodigious pimples on my neck that would last for over a week; this occurred primarily because I couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze them in an effort to extract the irritation. I’d learned that the blemish would finally be eliminated once one of my actual hairs was jettisoned from my skin. It was fairly gross to experience–a waxy coating over a thick, black or auburn whisker–but it was pleasant in the sense that I knew the ordeal was over.

A few weeks ago, I finally broke down and bought an electric shaver; some Norelco device, cordless, with a spring-loaded flip-top and a watertight body that allowed for easy cleanup under the faucet. My face has more or less adjusted to the process; I shave prior to entering the shower in the morning, so my face can be re-moisturized by the water.

One thing I’ve noticed, however, is the presence of a few stubborn hairs. Perhaps these are similar to the ingrown hairs I used to experience with the cartridge razor.These hairs appear to be unusually thick; even more odd, they’re unilaterally black in colour. I’m a fair-complected fellow, with blonde hair and reddish beard and sideburns. Somehow these dark hairs appeared. Perhaps they are a holdover from my father, who had black hair. All is speculation, however, and they are present regardless.

The reason I bring this up, and I suppose this is my point, is that these little hairs prove nearly as problematic as the ingrown hairs I experienced when using cartridge razors. Just this morning, I noticed one…For some reason it commanded my attention: a single, black whisker on a field of light peach-coloured skin. I worked at it with my nubs of fingernails until I had finally plucked it out. The whole of it was perhaps a half-inch in length. It was of a substantial thickness; I realized then that this was the reason the electric razor couldn’t slice ‘em down. They’re just too thick. You need to find another way to deal with them.

This morning, I looked at that black whisker after I yanked it out. The end that was sunken into my skin until I extracted it had a translucent, transparent coating about it. I recall reading somewhere that fatty glands cling to the body hairs, within the subcutaneous layer of the skin. I surmised I was looking at those fatty glands. perhaps this is the stuff that sweat was made of. Who knows.

Absently, I held that whisker, and brushed it against my lips. I felt the texture of my own whisker hairs against my lips. It was foreign, and exotic; I enjoyed the sensation. Then I tossed the hair away. It disappeared.

Have a good night, Brian.

–Steve

PS: if receiving these kinds of e-mails creeps you out, just let me know. They’re rare, at most, but I’ll be sure to spare you if you prefer.

brought to you, in part, by cycles gladiator.  thanks once again, nikc.

creative writing prompt 2

this is a continuation of the creative writing exercises i found on the internet.  i will do one a week until I’m through the entire set.  There are many of them; I will be busy for quite some time.

2. a picture is worth more than a blank page. take out those dusty photo albums. pick out photo #14. count however way you like, but make sure you stop at photo #14. look at the photo for 2-3 minutes. then for 10 minutes, write all the feelings that photograph made you feel. don’t censor yourself. just write.

this photograph reminds me of all the silly shit I do, sometimes. it’s a picture of two members of the band I’m in; myself and our then-drummer, now lead guitarist. you may not be able to tell, but he’s wearing a tuxedo shirt and jacket. meanwhile, i’m wearing a cardboard horse-head and a t-shirt i bought on clearance from king’s dominion (a psyched-out barney rubble on an orange background), along with a black armband I wore back when gw bush was first elected. maybe it was for his second term; i honestly can’t recall.

ah, it was definitely during his second term. he was doing a bang-up job back then, too.

the club where we played was called the mojo room. it was a two-floor club that was actually pretty decent. the upper floor had pool tables and some comfy couches, while downstairs had the too-small stage and the bar. i remember enjoying our shows there; we played at that venue perhaps twice before it closed (word is that the owners had ‘creative differences,’ and ended up shutting the doors when one of them withdrew their ownership). there were some odd lineups there, for certain. In one instance, we shared the bill with a couple of college kids who played folk instruments, while the closing act that night was a white kid hip-hop fusion band.

there were some other amusing photographs taken that night, i recall. apart from our friends and acquaintances who showed up, there was my then-landlady—a past girlfriend—and her then-current boyfriend. i wonder what she’s doing now. thankfully, i never met any girls there; perhaps the cardboard horse head had something to do with that.

 

i do recall that we debuted one of my original tunes at the mojo room: lone wolf and cub. it was inspired by the comic book (and later film series) of the same name, which featured a vengeance-obsessed samurai and his infant son, and how they slaughtered less-scrupulous samurai and ronin during edo period japan. i recall when i introduced the song, i mentioned something ridiculous like, “this next song, i’m particularly proud of, because i wrote it. and no, it’s not about eating hay, or my three foot long penis, it’s about SAMURAI!!!”

i’ve done so much ludicrous shit with that band. it’s been great.

photo reference for creative writing prompt 2

creative writing prompt 1

in an effort to add content to the collective’s website, work off some of my excess frantic energy, and flex my writing muscles (all too dormant as of late), i found a website today dedicated to assisting creative writing efforts by supplying a writing prompt. i want to eventually work my way through all of them, one per week. i’d say the writing takes about 20 minutes, which isn’t bad at all. and i have an interesting piece of writing left over at the end of it.

1. close your eyes briefly. think of an object that’s in the room and focus on it. without opening your eyes, recall as much detail as you can about it. after three minutes or so, open your eyes and write about the object without looking at it.

i have a tapestry in my room. it’s approximately three feet long on a side, and square in shape. the fabric from which it is made resembles silk, but could easily be some sort of synthetic, such as polyester, since my fingers are relatively untaught in the ways of fabric textures. rest assured it is a smooth, lightweight, and translucent fabric of some sort, with a very tight weave.

the dominant colour of the tapestry is a deep but vibrant blue. perhaps it’s a bit darker than the ‘electric blue’ of which i’m so fond, which one sees while looking up into the sky while being a passenger on a plane.

at the center of the tapestry is a ‘yin yang’ emblem of black and white. for those unfamiliar with this image, imagine a pair of teardrop shapes–one white, one black–that are swirled about one another so closely that they form a circle together. upon the center of the bulbous part of each teardrop is a small circle of the other colour.

whirling away from this center emblem are four multicoloured propellers. a more accurate description of these four shapes would be ’scimitar blades’, as their terminating ends wrap off towards their respective left sides to form a point at their widest ends. along their lengths, these blades–propellers, scimitars, or otherwise…maybe even yataghans–shift from white, to violet, to green, to yellow, and finally red. the effect is very much like a rainbow, where it is stretched straight, while its colour scheme is still forced to go in a perpendicular direction…does that make sense? maybe it’s best to say the bands of colour change as one looks from the center outwards, as opposed to stripes of morphing colours appearing along the blade lengths.

between these blades are streams of four or five ‘thought bubbles’, increasing in size while curving gently away from the center. these bubbles, too, have changing colours within them, radiating from the center point.

the whole effect of this banner is to give one a sense of spinning, of motion, of action, all surrounding the calm, still peaceful center of the yin yang.

this tapestry was a going-away gift from a coworker of mine at my first-ever non-profit job. he and i shared an attraction to east asian cultures and beliefs. i also took him for a 21st century curmudgeon and cynic. his wry, nearly-grumpy sense of exasperated humour countered his kind-hearted dedication to public service. he also introduced me to the poetry of east asian hermit ‘cold mountain’, whose book i would later purchase upon his recognition (and quickly relish).

my other coworkers were (and still are, from what i can tell) fine people, all steadfast in their dedication to public service. but this gift stands out more than the others, as this coworker and i shared similar perspectives not just in terms of public service, but also in personal philosophy.

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below is a picture of the tapestry; it’s amazing to observe how inaccurate i was in my description, but so vivid and detailed in my mind’s eye. such is life; we lose many of the details, but never realize it. click for a larger size pic.

the tapestry which i didn't look at, but still attempted to describe

illustration friday: enough

“enough” for illustration friday. marker on paper.
date begun: wednesday, 23 july, 2008.
date completed: wednesday, 23 july, 2008.

artist comments: uncommon colour piece for let-off studios. inspired by another viewing of koyaanisqatsi. if you’ve not watched it, be sure to look it up. even the soundtrack/score is enough to give me goosebumps.

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pure speculation

what if the united states government is voluntarily relinquishing its status as the main economic power in the world to more easily implement fascism?

citizens strapped to public assistance are much easier to control, manipulate, and monitor than those who are independently wealthy.  plus, you’ll need to hire all sorts of people to process all that paperwork.  a spike in hiring within the government sector does wonders to conceal the degree of shambles in which an economy finds itself.

today, i’m busy reading naomi wolf’s the end of america. happy 4th of july, indeed.

you are dumb on oil

i’ve been reading this guy for a couple years now, and i’m still surprised.  although i read it mostly for his inciteful political commentary, he often comes up with some undeniably amusing stuff…for example, today’s post:

Now, don’t get me wrong. I hate filling up as much as the next guy. I’ve gotten used to a life subsidized by cheap petroleum. But the fact of the matter is this - dinosaur juice is a fucking dead end. We can bore hole after hole after hole into the planet if we want, but we’re still withdrawing millions of years worth of banked energy with no way to bank more. Which is a bad fucking idea.

oil drilling in alaska isn’t very funny, but he at least tries to make it sound that way.  that, and other topics that normally just piss me off.

 please read you are dumb.  at least every once in a while.  you’ll be better off for it.

big art show: success!

let-off studios celebrated its first-ever gallery showing this past weekend in baltimore, maryland, thanks to the big art show. it’s a ‘populist’ art and music happening that tours through different states and cities in the u.s.a. all artists are welcome, and let-off studios did its part. steve represented the anonymous collective, displaying our artwork and distributing copies of his book (“what three decades have taught me: a collection of nonsense, or is it?”) and the studio’s chapbook (selected works, vol. 1). inspirational works from the crimethinc worker’s collective were also freely distributed.

thanks to all those who came out to support the big art show, let-off studios, and unrepresented and unestablished artists from maryland, virginia, new jersey, pennsylvania, and beyond!

some photos of the let-off studios exhibit. pictured here is the display stand made of coping pipe, foamcore board, and zip ties, the entirety of which cost less than $40 to assemble and took less than four hours to construct. assembly of the display takes less than 20 minutes, not including layout of artwork.

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feel like dancing

the u.s. supreme court appears to have read their job description recently, prompting them to strike down a major portion of the ‘military commissions act,’ which allowed detainees to be incarcerated indefinitely without trial or evidence. in other words, that whole “habeas corpus” thing that seemed to get in the way of convenient kidnappings, detainments, and extraditions has been restored.

back in ‘05, the m.c.a. was supported by all republican senators, and 12 democratic ones, allowing the m.c.a to come into law.

that’s pretty great, and rather relieving, to hear that it’s now gone.  my chances of being thrown in jail for conspiracy are now back down to a manageable 42% - 44%.

i wonder how cheney feels right now?

read the salon article explaining the situation.

exposing democracy

i finally had a chance to read an incredible and fascinating article by stefan molyneux today, where he deconstructs the democratic process in an attempt to validate the anarchist position.  he frames the anarchist position thusly:

Anarchy is the simple recognition that no man, woman, or group thereof is ever wise enough to come up with the best possible way to run other people’s lives. Just as no one else should be able to enforce on you his choice of a marriage partner, or compel you to follow a career of his choosing, no one else should be able to enforce his preferences for social organization upon you.

continuing, his breakdown of the common misconception that the democratic process is the most wonderful of all governmental systems cuts to the bone, leaving democracy flailing for legitimacy.  i would normally simply provide a link to the article, but this segment, among others, is just too good to resist:

It may be considered a mad enough exercise to attempt to rescue the word “anarchy” - however, to smear the word “democracy” seems almost beyond folly. Fewer words have received more reverence in the modern Western world. Democracy is in its essence the idea that we all run society. We choose individuals to represent our wishes, and the majority then gets to impose its wishes upon everyone else, subject ideally to the limitations of certain basic inalienable rights.

The irrational aspect of this is very hard to see, because of the endless amount of propaganda that supports democracy (though only in democracies, which is telling), but it is impossible to ignore once it becomes evident.

Democracy is based on the idea that the majority possesses sufficient wisdom to both know how society should be run, and to stay within the bounds of basic moral rules. The voters are considered to be generally able to judge the economic, foreign policy, educational, charitable, monetary, health care, military et al policies proposed by politicians. These voters then wisely choose between this buffet of various policy proposals, and the majority chooses wisely enough that whatever is then enacted is in fact a wise policy - and their chosen leader then actually enacts what he or she promised in advance, and the leader’s buffet of proposals is entirely wise, and no part of it requires moral compromise. Also, the majority is virtuous enough to respect the rights of the minority, even though they dominate them politically. Few of us would support the idea of a democracy where the majority could vote to put the minority to death, say, or steal all their property.

In addition, for even the idea of a democracy to work, the minority must be considered wise and virtuous enough to accept the decisions of the majority.

In short, democracy is predicated on the premises that:

A. The majority of voters are wise and virtuous enough to judge an incredibly wide variety of complex proposals by politicians.

B. The majority of voters are wise and virtuous enough to refrain from the desire to impose their will arbitrarily upon the minority, but instead will respect certain universal moral ideals.

C. The minority of voters who are overruled by the majority are wise and virtuous enough to accept being overruled, and will patiently await the next election in order to try to have their say once more, and will abide by the universal moral ideals of the society.

This, of course, is a complete contradiction. If society is so stuffed to the gills with wise, brilliant, virtuous and patient souls, who all respect universal moral ideals and are willing to put aside their own particular preferences for the sake of the common good, what on earth do we need a government for?

Whenever this question is raised, the shining image of the “noble citizenry” mysteriously vanishes, and all sorts of specters are raised in their place. “Well, without a government, everyone would be at each other’s throats, there would be no roads, the poor would be uneducated, the old and sick would die in the streets etc. etc. etc.”

This is a blatant and massive contradiction, and it is highly informative that it is nowhere part of anyone’s discourse in the modern world.

Democracy is valid because just about everyone is wise and moral, we are told. When we accept this, and question the need for a government, the story suddenly reverses, and we are told that we need a government because just about everyone is amoral and selfish.

Do you see how we have an ambivalent relationship not just with anarchism, but with democracy itself?