The Martian Chronicles was by far one of my favorite books growing up. It was so, so strange but also so human. It was perhaps one of the first books that really got my imagination working. And so! I picked up Dandelion wine which I’ve never read. Little did I know that Bradbury would write an intro to the book just for me, telling me exactly what I didn’t know that I needed to hear.
And I quote:
‘…I thought you could beat, pummel and thrash and idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up on its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.
It was with great relief, then, that in my early twenties, I floundered into a word association process in which I simply got out of bed each morning, walked to my desk, and put down any word or series of words that happened along in my head. I would then take arms against the word, or for it, and bring on an assortment of characters to weigh the word and show me its meaning in my own life.‘
Ray: YES. I’ve been longing to get back to the organic way by which I used to start writing something, just thinking about some words that were stuck in my head, and going from there. I keep coming back to something I read in a GG Marquez book: ‘….it had been hurried and sad, and she thought, now we’ve screwed up everything.’ It’s in fact written and post-it noted above my desk, as its what I’m constantly afraid of, that I’m rushing / writing badly / out of panic.
Ron is kind of stocky and Harry appears to shave. Tents can come out of purses, you better find that elderwood wand, that mean guy still doesn’t have a nose and it’s still weird. And um. Camping – still fun. Hermione – hot.
Harken ye, to a tale of a new game! My cousin Mark introduced me to it over Thanksgiving. And it is amazing. All you need is at least 6 people, some long pieces of a paper, writing utensils, your imagination, and repressed drawing skills from elementary school. And behold!
BASICALLY, you start with writing a sentence – any sentence – at the top of the page. Steve selected: ‘Mario, the princess is in a different castle.’ This is then passed to the next player, who draws a picture of the sentence. Check out my sweet mushroom and Mario. The top sentence is folded over / hidden from view, and the drawing is passed onto the next player, who writes a sentence of what is happening in the picture. So naturally Pete wrote, If a Mushroom EVER pulls a gun on you, run to your secret hideout that looks like a castle.
And so on and so forth – the page is folded down over and over and the player either writes or draws the last thing – until all drawings / sentences are revealed and its amazing and chardonnay comes out your nose.
I highly recommend this game for your next group gathering! Tips: if your parents are in the room, try and refrain from drawings / statements that make them question the way they raised you. That’s just mean.
City folk can totally change totally shredded tires. It’s just when the anti theft tire thingy refuses to come off, we require the assistance of Danny, who hangs out at the Exxon, for moments such as these.
KIND of like the Abcrombie cologne, but less remindery of traumatic episodes involving popular boys in high school. Like the ACTUAL woods! My parents have Woods! Behind their HOUSE! Today, we explored.
Yes that IS my Dad’s hunting hat and it IS happy to see you.