Yuletide Thoughts

As I am serving as the baking slave for my mother for our big Christmas day familial get together (and with the size of my family, believe me when I say she needs all the help she can get), several thoughts have popped into my mind.

- I'd forgotten how much of a bitch marzipan mushrooms are to make
- I prefer old fashioned Christmas carols over this modern stuff (except for Trans Siberian Orchestra)
- Stay at home mums deserve more credit
- Dishwashers are love, especially after being without one for five months
- California would freak out if we got a white Christmas; still, it would be really cool
- Baking + computers = not the best combination (sorry baby!)
- Big cooking extravaganzas haven't really started until I've gotten at least one burn (got it! And my mother completely agrees with me on this)

Wishing for rest more than anything at the moment,
-J

Favourite Poem Project

Robert Pinsky's Favourite Poem Project is really a quite remarkable one. We've listened to a few examples in class, and I've enjoyed every single one of them. The most recent one that I have heard is about Shakespeare's Sonnet 29, from the point of view of a retired anthropologist from Boston.

I chose the Shakespearean sonnet for several reasons. I love sonnets, and have a poster in my room back home of all of Shakespeare's sonnets. While I was not personally familiar with #29, I knew what Shakespeare's sonnets were like, and therefore felt that I could at least understand the poem (if not know it ahead of time), and instead focus on what the man was saying about how the poem made him feel.

It was really impressive, I thought. He managed to memorize the entire poem, and from the stories that he told from his youth, had memorized quite a few other poems, like it was nothing. Now, I've heard of people memorizing poetry for an elementary-school assignment, but rarely do people remember that poem into their 80s, like this man. Is it a lost art? Why don't people memorize poems anymore? Do they still do, and I just am uninformed?

Now I want to go memorize a poem.
-J
-J

Hello? Who's That?

Write about nicknames you have been called throughout your life. Who called you what? How did the names make you feel, and why? If you never had a nickname, did you ever want one? Do you have nicknames for yourself in your interior speech? What is in a name? [Note: This is a surprisingly apt writing prompt, for I spent the majority of my Thanksgiving break trying to create a nickname for myself that my little sister could call me.]

Nicknames are strange and peculiar things. I'm quite fond of my full name, though it itself takes several different forms. I have my full legal name, which most people know me by, but I also have my Russian name, under which I was baptized and what my father will call me when he introduces me to people in Russian. From both of these names, a wide variety of nicknames have sprung.

At the beginning of fourth grade, a friend of mine decided that calling me 'Jennifer' was far too long, and that he was going to call me 'Jenny.' From there, the name stuck (thanks in part to his determination in convincing my teachers to call me that), and I was 'Jenny' throughout middle school and high school. My older friends would often be slightly confused when talking to my high school friends, the references to 'Jennifer' and 'Jenny' befuddling both parties. I, for one, did not really care (once I got past my initial objections), and would, depending on who was around, refer to myself or introduce myself as both 'Jennifer' and 'Jenny.' My friends would of course alter what they call me, giving me nicknames such as 'Jenny-bean' and other bizarre variations of my name. The interesting thing is, once I got to university, the name 'Jenn' was given to me. A few of my friends would call me 'Jenn' in short, but it never really stuck with anyone besides my older brother. Yet, I arrive at university and everyone begins to call me 'Jenn.' I really don't remember how this began, or who started it, but I find this highly amusing.

One of my favourite nicknames is the one that my brother's fiancee gave me. She calls me 'Sisterfer,' a combination of 'Jennifer' and 'sister.' Then again, she's also the Nicknaming Queen.

My mother has a wide variety of nicknames for me, the majority of them given to me when I was a little girl and often to annoy her own mother. She is the only person that will call me these names, and they are the only ones that are not some derivative of 'Jennifer' or 'Yevgenia.'

I am one of those people who will create online names for myself that are similar to my actual name - indeed, this own title is a conglomeration of my full name, Jenn S., A.

The amusing thing is, I respond to both of my sisters' names, and along with the names of several of my close friends. I also get 'Jessica' quite a bit as well, for some reason.

I'm really bad at assigning nicknames to myself or other people. I have a tendence to call people by generic nicknames such as "babe," but whenever people ask what to call me, I'm never quite sure what to answer.

-J

The Workshop and How to Continue

I would just like to start off by saying that reading twelve iterations of the same comments on my story makes me very sick of my own writing. Blech.

Writing my short story was very, very hard for me, mostly because it didn't want to stay short. I had all of these ideas that I knew I couldn't properly expand on, given the time and page limit, yet I went ahead anyway. Ahem.

The reaction from my classmates to my story was very, er, strong. All in all, people were wrapped up in the confusion of not knowing what exactly the world was about. Hmm.

Maybe it's just because my writing is influenced by authors such as Neal Stephenson and Neil Gaiman (both of whom this story was compared to. I couldn't have been happier when I heard that), but I'm used to not knowing what is going on in the world the characters are living in. I have no problems with knowing just enough to get by, and focusing instead on the story and the actors in it.

Apparently most people would like to know exactly what is going on.

Which brings me to my next problem. I know that I need to expand on my story, and I have several scenes formulating in my head, but what is really stopping me from continuing onwards is the fact that I don't know how much people want to know. I could give the readers pages and pages and pages of background on each of my characters, and while I personally would find that fascinating (even if I hadn't come up with it myself), I don't know if other, non-geeks would also like this, or would just get bored three paragraphs in.

And then I have to wonder... Who will be reading this? Should I subject them to my long and drawn out descriptions and screw their boredom? Also, how exactly am I going to accomplish this without seeming like an immature writer (which is often why I shy away from long, drawn out descriptions)?

Being re-bitten by the writing bug,
-J

Civic Duty >> Cookies

So in the past week, I've received two packages from California. One was from my parents, who made me baked goods (bread, not cookies, technically) and sent me a flower, and the other was from my county, sending me my ballot. o.O

This being the first year I could vote, I was very excited for the latter (she says, as she eats the bread sent to her. Nom nom nom). I know that California will be going blue, but there were several California-only propositions that I wanted/needed to vote for/against, so getting my ballot in time to send it back out and vote made me very, very happy.

The "I voted" sticker they sent me is currently living on my laptop.

-J

Review: The Left Hand of Darkness: Gender Studies

As I mentioned in my earlier post, LHoD left me with several thoughts/musings. The one that really stuck with me was how she treated gender.

"My landlady, a voluble man..." (pg. 38) starts chapter 4 of LHoD. Even before we've gotten that far, Le Guin has used an overabundance of man pronouns, despite her narrator's hesitance to do so. As a reader, I then become prone to thinking about all of the characters I meet as males, not the strange combination of hermaphrodite and androgen that the citizens of Gethen are. (Note: apparently, in one of Le Guin's short stories about the Gethenians, she changed all of the pronouns to "she." I think it would be really interesting to read that story and see how my reactions are different.) Whenever Le Guin brings out the "feminine" side of her characters, I find myself questioning about whether or not what they just did was enough to classify them as female, instead of male.

I guess what I'm really objecting to is Genly's classification of "male" actions and "female" actions. Betrayal is not a female-exclusive thing, in my mind, and neither is non-violence. Hm.

It would be very interesting to ask Le Guin what exactly she was trying to get across with the gender-ambiguity of LHoD. Are the views that Genly express ones that Le Guin hold herself, or just something she was just using? She doesn't explore gender differences very deeply, given the fact that the entire book is about a population where gender doesn't truly exist.

Now, that's an interesting idea. In Gethenian culture, does gender not exist, or are both genders represented in everyone? My personal opinions tend more towards the latter.

All in all, I loved Genly's reaction when his compatriots finally arrive on Gethen. Just another example of Le Guin's writing prowess. And I really want to read the short stories she's written about other Gethenians. My favourite parts of the book were the little snippets told from other people's point of view or taken from mythology.

-J

Birds Of A Feather...

Nat and I went semi-exploring today, during our random free time between classes (i.e., I needed to go to the real post office and she wanted to look for her doctor's office). So we're driving around what seems to be part suburbs/part middle of nowhere, looking for her doctor's. We turn into a relatively residential neighbourhood and all of a sudden see this...

In case you can't tell, those are WILD TURKEYS. In someone's front yard. OH MAN.

I'd heard that people in New England have wild turkeys wandering around, but that was my friend from Maine who told me, not suburban Massachusetts!

AND THEN...

We're pulling into the parking lot back at school and we see a bird dive down right in front of us. There's a hawk (or possibly falcon, I can't tell the difference) that lives on campus and it POUNCED ON A CHIPMUNK RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. We turned around and then it flew off, eating the dead chipmunk it had just caught.

I am suitably impressed by Massachusetts now. We get cool stuff in California, but nothing like this!

-J

Cold Weather Thoughts From A California Girl

I highly enjoy this "actual seasons" thing.

The leaves do dance prettily on the ground, just like the poets say.

Trenchcoats FTW.

-J

Les Petites Histories

I've been surrounded by short stories recently. Fortunately for me, that is not a problem.

The first in my slew of short stories is Neil Gaiman's collect, Fragile Things. Gaiman is one of my favourite authors, who has posted several of his short stories online (I highly recommend 'A Study in Emerald'). My copy of his work is actually a book on CD, read aloud by Neil himself. *sighs* It is absolutely beautiful. I am normally not a huge audio book fan (being easily distracted visually and therefore prone to not completely listening to what is playing), but for Neil, I will make an exception. I heard him read 'Other People' aloud when he had a book signing near my house a few years back, and I was completely blown away. The way he reads, the inflections that he knows to add, make the stories live and wrap themselves around you. Gaiman already has a very distictive writing style (though he is one of the most versitile writers I know), and his rendition of his works make it all the better. The one problem with completely immerging myself in Neil Gaiman? I start writing my manuscript and he comes out of my pen, not me. Oops.

The second in my short story adventure is Sword and Sorceress, Vol. XIII, an anthology edited by Marion Zimmer Bradley. S&S anthologies have reached up into the 20s and are a collection of fantasy short stories collected and edited by Marion Zimmer Bradley (continued after her death by Diana L. Paxson and Elisabeth Walters) that all feature strong female characters in roles generally not assigned to women. The stories can be hit or miss (for the tradition epic-adventure-fantasy-story can really bore me after a few paragraphs, and those will occur), and MZB and I differ in our opinion on what makes a good story, but I still really like them. Because the first book was published in 1984, and have been published almost yearly since them, many of them are only available in used book stores. Now, I'm trying to collect them all, and I currently have 11 of the 22 (*celebration for having reached the half-way point*), only just purchasing #11 (er, technically Vol. 13, since I'm not collecting them in order) yesterday. It probably would be possible to find them online, but I enjoy searching used book stores and finding them there (and hey, it's got me half way through, so I think I'm doing pretty well). Despite the stories being published by different authors, they all are rather similar (in fact, MZB will remark on how each year her anthology will have an unofficial theme to it), exhibiting a common writing style generally found only in fantasy.

The final short story is my own. I have an idea in my head about what I want my story to look like, and how my characters (well, at least the main character, Violet) will act. I have to be careful, though, about when I write. If I write too soon after reading any short story, that author's writing style will bleed through my own writing, leading it off in a different direction from the one I originally intended. I've had to scrap entire paragraphs because I will look at them and go, "Nope, that's not me. Can't have someone else writing my story." However, reading these other short stories gives me inspiration. When I write short stories, I make them short. That is, we're talking several pages, max. Not 15 pages minimum, like this one needs to be. Reading Gaiman's and other author's longer short stories, though, where they still pull off a story in a reasonable length of time without making it seem to be only a snippet of a novel, has really encouraged me and made me feel as if I will be able to make my own work. : D

Now, back to the books for me.
-J

Review: The Left Hand of Darkness: Introduction

Second semester senior year, I studied The Left Hand of Darkness (LHoD) by Ursula K. Le Guin in my English class (Huzzah for being able to study Science Fiction!). I highly enjoyed the book, though I do have several things I objected to/want to muse on some more. However, tonight, I shall not focus on the actual book, but on something I enjoyed even more - the introduction.

I have this (bad) habit of reading ahead in books that I study in my classes, and of course, LHoD was no exception. To try and thwart this habit at the beginning of the semester (because having people throw things at you when you accidently spill something that the remainder of the class hasn't gotten to yet is never fun), I attempted to appease myself by reading the introduction and be satisfied with just that, despite the fact that I rarely read introductions.

I am so very glad that I did.

Le Guin's introduction was mind-blowing. While it was centred around LHoD and SF in general, she made some very interesting statements about books, reading, and being a writer. Fortunately for me, I found all of those subjects to be quite interesting.

"In fact, while we read a novel, we are insane - bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there, we hear their voices, we watch the battle of Borodino with them, we may even become Napoleon. Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
Is it any wonder that no truly respectable society has ever trusted its artists?" (pg xiv, Ace Book 1969 edition)

Reading this, it truly struck home with me. The number of times when I've been reading something so intensely that I become involved with what I'm reading is far too high for me to count. A truly good author can make me hear their voice and the voices of their characters. ringing in my head while I am reading. Being able to completely submerge myself in a completely different world is one of the many reasons why I love to read. Le Guin phrases these feelings about reading perfectly. She is so matter-of-fact about the insanity that is reading, completely legitimizing the feeling that anyone else might be ashamed to admit or shy away from. Her sassy comments actually made me laugh out loud, though every word that she wrote was obviously chosen with a specific intent in mind. Le Guin knows how to make her point and makes them well. I highly enjoyed the way that she touched on the societal view of artists. While her question may have been phrased in a very cavalier way, it lingers with you, as many rhetorical questions do. How many societies do honour their artists? Not ours, given the number of "drop-out-of-school-and-be-a-starving-artist" jokes I've heard. Hmm. It's also interesting to see how disparaging she appears to be to artists, being one herself.

"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.
The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." (pg xvi)

Wow. Just... wow. This should be every fiction writer's inspiration. Le Guin is once again hitting the nail smack down on the head. In just three sentences (or if you really need to cut it down, just one), she has managed to encapsulate an artist's (and specifically, an novelist's) entire purpose, and why what they do is so difficult, yet important. This is one of the main reasons why I've struggled with writing fiction. I will often have ideas that I want to convey in my writing, yet am unable to do so without them being far too obvious or completely ambigious. But it is also why I will write.

All in all, I really loved Le Guin's introduction.
-J

In The Beginning...

Welcome to the first post. Feel free to stay a while.

Now, to be fair, I have to admit that the reason behind the origination of this blog is for a class assignment (Hello Christina!). However, it is not the first blog that I've ever had. I had one in high school, but unfortunately it never really went anywhere, due to a lack of readership, purpose, and incentive to continue posting.

I cannot say for certain how long this blog will continue, or how often my updates will occur. However, comments feed an author's soul. : D And for now, enjoy what I have.

Happy reading.
-J