Tervel Andrews
feels like today was filled with more bitter irony than a telekinetic with epilepsy. Ask me about my references.Now what the hell do you think THAT one means?
Showing posts with label ديناصور حيوان منقرض. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ديناصور حيوان منقرض. Show all posts
3.07.2009
1.31.2009
WRITING EXERCISE: EXPLODED MOMENT
I always smell my drinks at parties. This was something I'd learned through repeat near-misses over the years. With this in mind, I went out to the freezing garage and took from the bag of ice, filling my cup so I could end the night of substance abuse with a beer pong cup full of Sprite. Too selfish to care about the noise I made when people were sleeping all around the house, I'd just spent the last hour or more watching Youtube videos of spoken-word poets. Now it was too quiet, not easy to adjust to hardcore silence.
I set up in what was still the guest room the last time I was here, where a girl was sleeping deeply as possible without a breathing tube being necessary and plugged in my laptop, settling down on the clean carpet. The sleeping girl's bed turned out to be a massage table, skewed diagonal, hipster-intentional style. It was one of only three pieces of furniture in the room.
Keeping quiet while typing near a sleeping person is always a challenge, so it helps if you just don't care if they wake up. I didn't. I couldn't think of anything silent to do online while high, and I didn't have my notes with me, so I browsed My Documents and chose a rough, "stream of consciousness" draft I'd thrown together the night before about a dream I never had, about a girl I'd never meet:
With no expectations, just a sense of how appropriate it was for the dead to speak on the dead, I found myself running unfamiliar streets, running through doorways that led to places miles away, and being chased by my dead grandfather, head of a lion on his shoulders like it used to be when I had this recurring nightmare as a child. The difference was that he'd never been a prophet before, trying to force me to accept his foresight as universal law. Fuck that. That's what physics is for. Yet, out of deference to his memory and the clips of insight you always carry in dreams, I sat down "Indian style" on the floor. It was dirty, or maybe just dirt.
I always smell my drinks at parties. This was something I'd learned through repeat near-misses over the years. With this in mind, I went out to the freezing garage and took from the bag of ice, filling my cup so I could end the night of substance abuse with a beer pong cup full of Sprite. Too selfish to care about the noise I made when people were sleeping all around the house, I'd just spent the last hour or more watching Youtube videos of spoken-word poets. Now it was too quiet, not easy to adjust to hardcore silence.
I set up in what was still the guest room the last time I was here, where a girl was sleeping deeply as possible without a breathing tube being necessary and plugged in my laptop, settling down on the clean carpet. The sleeping girl's bed turned out to be a massage table, skewed diagonal, hipster-intentional style. It was one of only three pieces of furniture in the room.
Keeping quiet while typing near a sleeping person is always a challenge, so it helps if you just don't care if they wake up. I didn't. I couldn't think of anything silent to do online while high, and I didn't have my notes with me, so I browsed My Documents and chose a rough, "stream of consciousness" draft I'd thrown together the night before about a dream I never had, about a girl I'd never meet:
With no expectations, just a sense of how appropriate it was for the dead to speak on the dead, I found myself running unfamiliar streets, running through doorways that led to places miles away, and being chased by my dead grandfather, head of a lion on his shoulders like it used to be when I had this recurring nightmare as a child. The difference was that he'd never been a prophet before, trying to force me to accept his foresight as universal law. Fuck that. That's what physics is for. Yet, out of deference to his memory and the clips of insight you always carry in dreams, I sat down "Indian style" on the floor. It was dirty, or maybe just dirt.
1.26.2009
WHAT/WHY OF HUMANITY
People are interesting. It's a fact. Even in the lives of the most boring person, there's bound to be something or some interaction that has cause a chain events in their lives that helped shape who they are today. The problem is that you can't always understand how small actions in a series of small actions that a have been directed at a person can change them one way or another.
This makes people interesting to study, to observe. Oliver, the main character of IED Tokyo, spends a huge part of his life studying and watching people, trying to understand why people do the things they do and hopefully use it all as a tool for creating stronger characters and stories in his writing. He fixates on lives and aspects of them, trying to work out people's actions in relation to their motivations, and in return, what they would do when placed in a particular situation.
This is what writers like Brian K. Vaughan are amazing at; taking a character and making them a person through their decisions and indecisions, and building their story so that no matter how unexpected and tragic or brilliant their actions are, there's always a firm link that allows you to believe that a character's actions were within them. This is something that the writers of Heroes didn't do a good enough job with when they overhauled Sylar in Volume 3. It's also what makes it believable, yet completely fucking unbelievable!, that Alter would kill 355 in Y: The Last Man (and don't even get me started on her motivations for EVERYTHING she put the world through).
There's a difference between writing a story and writing people into existence. When you write people, its easily possible to become emotionally invested in their lives and deaths (Skins, I love you).
And that's what I hope to be able to do in my own writing. Because what's the point of creating a person if no one cries hysterically when they die?
People are interesting. It's a fact. Even in the lives of the most boring person, there's bound to be something or some interaction that has cause a chain events in their lives that helped shape who they are today. The problem is that you can't always understand how small actions in a series of small actions that a have been directed at a person can change them one way or another.
This makes people interesting to study, to observe. Oliver, the main character of IED Tokyo, spends a huge part of his life studying and watching people, trying to understand why people do the things they do and hopefully use it all as a tool for creating stronger characters and stories in his writing. He fixates on lives and aspects of them, trying to work out people's actions in relation to their motivations, and in return, what they would do when placed in a particular situation.
This is what writers like Brian K. Vaughan are amazing at; taking a character and making them a person through their decisions and indecisions, and building their story so that no matter how unexpected and tragic or brilliant their actions are, there's always a firm link that allows you to believe that a character's actions were within them. This is something that the writers of Heroes didn't do a good enough job with when they overhauled Sylar in Volume 3. It's also what makes it believable, yet completely fucking unbelievable!, that Alter would kill 355 in Y: The Last Man (and don't even get me started on her motivations for EVERYTHING she put the world through).
There's a difference between writing a story and writing people into existence. When you write people, its easily possible to become emotionally invested in their lives and deaths (Skins, I love you).
And that's what I hope to be able to do in my own writing. Because what's the point of creating a person if no one cries hysterically when they die?
1.25.2009
KEFFIYEH (THE MASS DEBATE)
Hipsters, Arabs, Klansters, Border Patrol Nazis, Africans, South Asians, guess what? It's a fucking scarf. That's all. There's honestly so much debate over the wearing of a scarf that people seem to feel has a built-in terrorist connotation because some of the Billion plus people who have been wearing them for generations have decided to make the wrong decisions in life.
These scarves have always been around and have always been equally entrenched in local fashion as they were in local function and local militancy. While they do, in fact, sometimes make a statement, the vast majority of these scarves are just...scarves. With a pretty cool pattern. And that should be enough. There shouldn't need to be a longstanding debate over what they mean. They MEAN to keep your head, face, and neck covered, like all scarves, whether it be because the sun and sand are out to get you or because that bank really need robbing or because everyone else is doing it. It doesn't matter. Get over it. And don't make arguments without research. If you were to walk into a debate with an argument based on your neighborhood ignorance, you'd deserve whatever loss you got.
Wikipedia entry for Keffiyeh
Instructions for tying Keffiyeh in a traditional manner.
Ignorance in action.
Hipsters, Arabs, Klansters, Border Patrol Nazis, Africans, South Asians, guess what? It's a fucking scarf. That's all. There's honestly so much debate over the wearing of a scarf that people seem to feel has a built-in terrorist connotation because some of the Billion plus people who have been wearing them for generations have decided to make the wrong decisions in life.
These scarves have always been around and have always been equally entrenched in local fashion as they were in local function and local militancy. While they do, in fact, sometimes make a statement, the vast majority of these scarves are just...scarves. With a pretty cool pattern. And that should be enough. There shouldn't need to be a longstanding debate over what they mean. They MEAN to keep your head, face, and neck covered, like all scarves, whether it be because the sun and sand are out to get you or because that bank really need robbing or because everyone else is doing it. It doesn't matter. Get over it. And don't make arguments without research. If you were to walk into a debate with an argument based on your neighborhood ignorance, you'd deserve whatever loss you got.
Wikipedia entry for Keffiyeh
Instructions for tying Keffiyeh in a traditional manner.
Ignorance in action.
NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST
Holy shit. I could be upset because now that this movie has been done, and done so well, I will never be able to write my own midnight music odyssey book. But I also just discovered what true love was. Loving a movie was much simpler in the days of VHS, with the VCR's huge tape slot. You can only imagine what it's like to have your dick smashed in a DVD player while you're trying to show your affection to a movie the only way you know how. Firefighters laugh at me. Paramedics laugh at me. Cops ignore my calls. But I just can't help it. I found my movie soulmate.
Check out (by which I mean BUY) Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist in both book and movie form. And buy the goddamn soundtrack.
http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/nickandnorah/site/
Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist on Amazon
Nick and Norah Soundtrack on Amazon MP3 (because, who buys cd's anymore?)
Holy shit. I could be upset because now that this movie has been done, and done so well, I will never be able to write my own midnight music odyssey book. But I also just discovered what true love was. Loving a movie was much simpler in the days of VHS, with the VCR's huge tape slot. You can only imagine what it's like to have your dick smashed in a DVD player while you're trying to show your affection to a movie the only way you know how. Firefighters laugh at me. Paramedics laugh at me. Cops ignore my calls. But I just can't help it. I found my movie soulmate.
Check out (by which I mean BUY) Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist in both book and movie form. And buy the goddamn soundtrack.
http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/nickandnorah/site/
Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist on Amazon
Nick and Norah Soundtrack on Amazon MP3 (because, who buys cd's anymore?)
1.11.2009
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Over a year's worth mof my work...GONE. I seem to have misplaced my USB drive. On the plus side, this means that I had to work on IED Tokyo from memory, meaning I could treat it like a fresh project without being weighed down my all that history. It still sucks, though.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Over a year's worth mof my work...GONE. I seem to have misplaced my USB drive. On the plus side, this means that I had to work on IED Tokyo from memory, meaning I could treat it like a fresh project without being weighed down my all that history. It still sucks, though.
12.27.2008
12.24.2008
12.04.2008
11.24.2008
Paste Recipes
Wheat paste
Prepare 1 cup (2.4 dl) of very hot water. Make a thin mixture of 3 tablespoons (45 ml) of white flour and cold water (just enough to wet all the flour and make it liquid enough to pour). Pour the cold mixture slowly into the hot water while stirring constantly. Bring to a boil. When it thickens, allow to cool. Smear on like any other glue. For slightly better strength, add 1 tablespoon (15 ml) of sugar after the glue is thickened. After using a portion, reheat the remaining in a covered jar or container to sterilize it for storage or keep refrigerated. If wheat flour is not available, other flours will work.
Rice Paste
Mix one part rice flour and six parts water. Heat while mixing to a smooth consistency.
Other
Acacia tree gum also works.
Wheat paste
Prepare 1 cup (2.4 dl) of very hot water. Make a thin mixture of 3 tablespoons (45 ml) of white flour and cold water (just enough to wet all the flour and make it liquid enough to pour). Pour the cold mixture slowly into the hot water while stirring constantly. Bring to a boil. When it thickens, allow to cool. Smear on like any other glue. For slightly better strength, add 1 tablespoon (15 ml) of sugar after the glue is thickened. After using a portion, reheat the remaining in a covered jar or container to sterilize it for storage or keep refrigerated. If wheat flour is not available, other flours will work.
Rice Paste
Mix one part rice flour and six parts water. Heat while mixing to a smooth consistency.
Other
Acacia tree gum also works.
11.17.2008
SELECTED TWEETS FROM MY TWITTER
(I sometimes think of and about random sentences and phrases thatI have to share with the internet)
1. "A short walk in the world with breaks for coffee and snacks." ~Skins (Original source unknown to me.)
2. This tagline popped into my head randomly: "Coming of age. Even if it kills them."
3. Tom Bosley is trying to sell me non-Happy Days related merchandise through the television. No.
4. When told about the Large Hadron Collider, The Hills' Audrina Patridge said "Its crazy. This is all happening while Lauren is gone." WTF¿
5. Played with Garageband. Im in love.
6. I saw a mockup of a pair of Obam Nike Dunks. I would wait outside in a firestorm for those sneakers. Just a nice pair.
7. In Hartford, there are signs posted featuring the American flag in black and grey, and the numbers 1.20.2009
8. HIPSTER MADLIBS: ________ is the new ________. Its easy! Everyone can do it (which goes against the hipster code).
9. Victorian English is the new L337.
10. I just realized the Dandies were the hipsters of their day.
11. Jimmy writes on a precise mixture of Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks Coffee. He calls it rocket fuel, after high quality cocaine.
12. we were in a garage that looked like a dark alley in england where the kids who knew things could find their way onto the "last night party" blogs, in hundreds of drunken photos.
13. New graffiti on the bathroom wall, hastily scribbled in black Sharpie. J3NNY...I think its happening again...
14. at one end of the alley, the one closest to the party, was a red light bulb. the other end was blacklit, though noone with an interest in J3NNY would be seen wearing white. Hipsters had her name tattoed on the inside of their lower lips, a tribute to her cult of personality.
(I sometimes think of and about random sentences and phrases thatI have to share with the internet)
1. "A short walk in the world with breaks for coffee and snacks." ~Skins (Original source unknown to me.)
2. This tagline popped into my head randomly: "Coming of age. Even if it kills them."
3. Tom Bosley is trying to sell me non-Happy Days related merchandise through the television. No.
4. When told about the Large Hadron Collider, The Hills' Audrina Patridge said "Its crazy. This is all happening while Lauren is gone." WTF¿
5. Played with Garageband. Im in love.
6. I saw a mockup of a pair of Obam Nike Dunks. I would wait outside in a firestorm for those sneakers. Just a nice pair.
7. In Hartford, there are signs posted featuring the American flag in black and grey, and the numbers 1.20.2009
8. HIPSTER MADLIBS: ________ is the new ________. Its easy! Everyone can do it (which goes against the hipster code).
9. Victorian English is the new L337.
10. I just realized the Dandies were the hipsters of their day.
11. Jimmy writes on a precise mixture of Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks Coffee. He calls it rocket fuel, after high quality cocaine.
12. we were in a garage that looked like a dark alley in england where the kids who knew things could find their way onto the "last night party" blogs, in hundreds of drunken photos.
13. New graffiti on the bathroom wall, hastily scribbled in black Sharpie. J3NNY...I think its happening again...
14. at one end of the alley, the one closest to the party, was a red light bulb. the other end was blacklit, though noone with an interest in J3NNY would be seen wearing white. Hipsters had her name tattoed on the inside of their lower lips, a tribute to her cult of personality.
ديناصور حيوان منقرض
This is the word Dinosaur in Arabic. At some point in the near future, I plan to get this word tattooed on my back. Now, that may seem like a strange thing to do, but DINOSAUR is the name of my band. And Arabic is my favorite language, tied with Japanese, so...
It's going to look soooo cool. (I'm a loser, I know.)
This is the word Dinosaur in Arabic. At some point in the near future, I plan to get this word tattooed on my back. Now, that may seem like a strange thing to do, but DINOSAUR is the name of my band. And Arabic is my favorite language, tied with Japanese, so...
It's going to look soooo cool. (I'm a loser, I know.)
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