tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642466229621338002024-03-13T22:31:51.031-07:00Munk DavisAuthorMunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-31558428314697686952023-06-05T10:39:00.000-07:002023-06-05T10:39:29.656-07:00The ReturnHi Y'all. <div>Just taking a quick peek at the old neighborhood. I must admit the quiet is deafening. I hope you are well. I have said hello to a few of the original gang, but now I'm bouncing for good to a new platform. Check out my Irregular blog at <a href="http://munkdavis.com">munkdavis.com</a>. Would love for you to stop by and say, "Hi."</div><div><br /></div><div>The big news... I've retired from the day job and am now focusing on my writing. My first book is scheduled for release this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Munk out.</div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-83776673352325961112011-10-28T16:12:00.000-07:002012-07-31T22:04:39.175-07:00Munk on Sabbatical<div class="MsoNormal">
"Piss on the fire, call in the dogs, head it on back to Bowlegs."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Munk needs to focus less on blogging and more on noveling. This post, therefore, is the last you will see posted on my blog for what may be a very long time, years even.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, of course I will miss your comments. And yes, of course I care. I will try to stop by your places from time to time, I promise. Please stop looking at me that way, yer breakin' my heart. I just can’t keep blogging right now guys, my family and work justifiably take the lion’s share of my time, and the truth is, Booker is in trouble—he needs me.</div>
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So, here’s the deal, should you wish to converse, and/or share critiques on queries or manuscripts, email me at <a href="mailto:munkdavis@gmail.com">munkdavis@gmail.com</a>. I would love to hear from you. For any new visitors… here are a few popular bygone posts…<br />
<a href="http://munkdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-munk-nothings.html">Sweet Munk Nothings</a><br />
<a href="http://munkdavis.blogspot.com/2011/05/emperius-rapturius.html">Emperius Rapturius</a><br />
<a href="http://munkdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/damn-that-munk.html">Damn that Munk</a><br />
<a href="http://munkdavis.blogspot.com/2011/04/munk-rules-off-cycle-blog-post.html">Munk Rules</a><br />
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<a href="http://munkdavis.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-roll-coast.html">Love-a-Roll-a-Coasta</a></div>
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Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk<br />
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Music: The Nerny-Nerny-Nert-Band: <i>Bowlegs</i><br />
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Munk out.Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-55389289405470853372011-10-20T17:00:00.000-07:002011-10-20T17:19:47.624-07:00Hey Baby, What's your Genre?<div class="MsoNormal">What is your genre? What is your line?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fiction and diction, coarse or divine?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Commercial for fun or classical prose?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The Code of Da Vinci</i> or <i>Name of the Rose?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vampires you say! Why not call it romance?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Where zombies and werewolves all come to the dance</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dramedy, comedy, horror, and gore</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mystery, history, tales of yore</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yoga, Pilates, organics, and health</div><div class="MsoNormal">Follow my teachings and find instant wealth</div><div class="MsoNormal">Home repair? Don’t despair, fixed in a jiff</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ll write you a book about making it stiff</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fantasy’s fun... but don’t write on a lark</div><div class="MsoNormal">You first must decide if it’s light or it’s dark</div><div class="MsoNormal">For lollipop-fairies might get quite a start</div><div class="MsoNormal">From leprechauns dining on unicorn heart</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pay homage to comics; no longer cartoons, </div><div class="MsoNormal">with mutants and heroes and high school buffoons</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now graphical novels sell fine-art with type...</div><div class="MsoNormal">Is the art any finer or is it just hype?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I once knew a bloke, who called sci-fi a joke</div><div class="MsoNormal">And said later Han Solo was his kind of folk</div><div class="MsoNormal">And what of the man who “pays thrillers no mind”</div><div class="MsoNormal">But thinks Lisbeth Salander is so very fine?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">By now you must know my tastes are diverse</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s less about subject and more about verse</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can cozy with spies or golems or ghouls </div><div class="MsoNormal">As long as the teller sticks to some rules</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Character, plotting, and scenes are a must</div><div class="MsoNormal">As are pace and the voice of an author I trust</div><div class="MsoNormal">And though some may define me a maudlin mope</div><div class="MsoNormal">I just can’t do themes with no glimmer of hope</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So write genres you love, and love what you write</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mix 'em and match 'em, let stories take flight</div><div class="MsoNormal">Throw three in a blender and give 'em a spin…</div><div class="MsoNormal">Say…. </div><div class="MsoNormal">an epic-gay-western with magic thrown in?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk’s Opening line,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">With the brim of his ten-gallon Stetson pulled low on his brow, Jake’s blue eyes glistened in the residual silver light—a mumbled incantation and the deed was done. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
And lest you consider what I write poetry...</div><div class="MsoNormal">This week’s music: Joe Pug...an old soul in a new vessel... <i>Hymn 101</i><br />
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</div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-7413972178733432342011-10-14T22:12:00.000-07:002011-10-15T10:47:52.812-07:00Priorities<div class="MsoNormal">I am willing to do most anything in pursuit of a noveling career: writing, reading, reviewing, revising, kissing ass, querying, blogging, tweeting, social networking, anti-social networking, white-lying, dark-magicking, or simply munkeying around, I’ll do anything short of bold face lying, stepping on my fellows, or sacrificing my family’s needs.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am dedicated to having a writing career: I therefore write, read, review and revise my work while blogging and tweeting to build a platform and never losing sight of my family's needs.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In order to create a better experience for my readers, I write, read, review, and revise my work. Blogging and tweeting are also important. As always, my family comes first.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am willing to do what it takes in pursuit of becoming a better <b>writer</b>, <b>husband</b>, and <b>father</b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I'll try to blog</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Create</b> the unforgettable. <b>Love </b>thy family. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">blah</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Love thy <b>family</b>, love thy writing.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Love thy passions.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There... that’s better. <o:p></o:p></div><br />
<b>What are your priorities?</b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">can no more be </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">judged </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">by meters or miles, </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">than his hell can be </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">measured </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">by mercury's rise.</span></b><br />
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Susan Kaye Quinn gave me a nod this week and here's a hearty nod back... she has a book release planned for November 1... <i>Open Minds</i> is the first title in the <i><a href="http://www.mindjacktrilogy.com/">Mindjack Trilogy</a>...</i> I'm ordering one. Are you?<br />
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This week: rock as it was meant to be rolled.<br />
Bob Seger, <i>Get Out of Denver (Baby Go)</i><br />
Up walked a Baptist preachin' southern funky school teacher... (I think)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Cadence depends on your goals for a scene </div><div class="MsoNormal">Such as hatred or passion or feelings between</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shorten your phrasing for action and fights</div><div class="MsoNormal">But shake out Roget’s for fanciful flights, of love… of love… of wonderful, lovingful, chummingful love…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Go charging ahead with hard-rocking words</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like <i>rockets </i>and <i>rackets</i> and <i>thundering herds</i></div><div class="MsoNormal">Then slow with the gentle of feathers and fluff</div><div class="MsoNormal">With <i>kisses</i>, <i>caresses</i>, and <i>mushyful stuff</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This <a href="http://munkdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-munk-nothings.html">poem </a>may be poor, but you shouldn’t be sore</div><div class="MsoNormal">Based on the price that you paid at the door</div><div class="MsoNormal">Something for nothing is something said I</div><div class="MsoNormal">And it far exceeds herpes or a stye in your eye</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk’s run-on opening line,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">After changing his name to Jack, Jake married Jill, but Jill ended up liking Jake better so she divorced him, Jack that is. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Did everyone read Suze’s post regarding rejection over at <a href="http://analogbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/09/rejection-seriously-people.html">Analog Breakfast</a> this week? Loved it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/SbyAZQ45uww?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal">This week's music Nancy Sinatra--<i>These Boots are Made for Walkin'</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p>You keep lying when you ought'a be truthin' </o:p></div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-28486792534851955482011-09-16T10:11:00.000-07:002011-09-16T11:03:13.936-07:00Life Sentence<div class="MsoNormal">I was at the gym on Monday. I was going big and not going home, pumping iron, tossing weights, maxing out, gettin’ ripped, and building mass… well I was at least drinking my electrolytes and watching other folks do all that when the DJ came on the radio and called me out. He spoke to my soul. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Imagine the hangover if JK Rowling’s grand plan of “love conquers all” cruised into the wrong bar and got all staggery-drunk on magic? Or if Dorothy and the Tin Man and the Lion and the Scarecrow learned that to find their respective home, heart, courage, and brains, they just need apply for a VISA gold card (because everyone knows that The Emerald City doesn’t take American Express)? <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">C’mon folks, all of you DJs and writers and anyone else with a story… <b>get yourself convicted</b>. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>How is your conviction going?</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk’s opening line…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Upon careful examination of the ape’s dead caterpillar, Mynce knew the real culprit was a small, left-handed child, three to four inches in height, and proficient with mint-waxed dental floss.</span></b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Today’s music is dedicated to <a href="http://tjriles.blogspot.com/">TJ Riles</a> and <a href="http://www.suburbansoliloquy.com/">Jayne</a>, both of whom I expect are future (or current) fans of the Avett Brothers, I am not choosing the most accessible cut from the bro’s <i>Emotionalism</i> CD, but I love this song because of its breadth, its banjo (yes Jayne, the banjo takes stage-center), and its obvious pop leanings (think <i>Pet Sounds</i> gone Americana). God only knows… <i>Paranoia In B Flat Major. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/-4pjrmH967c?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>RIP TM.Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-84282273236915986432011-09-10T09:29:00.000-07:002012-07-30T08:46:45.073-07:00The Devil in the Details<div class="MsoNormal">
Last week I discussed my love for “place”. This week I will discuss my love for details, which in turn, adds to place and often teaches me new things. Trivial things sometimes, but interesting to me. I love learning. I love reason. In a nerdy way facts connect me to the universe. Jon Krakauer knows climbing, Herman Wouk is a military geek, and Laura Hillenbrand loves horses… and it shows. I can see, feel, and smell their worlds and characters.</div>
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<i>"The focus of Willie’s mind widened beyond the plank now and took in the quarterdeck of the Caine. It was a place of noise, dirt, bad smells, and thuglike strangers. Half a dozen sailors were clanking at the rusty deck with metal scrapers. Other sailors were walking past, cursing under crates of cabbages on their backs. One man in a welding mask was burning a bulkhead with a crackling sour-smelling blue flame. All around were patches of new gray paint, patches of old gray paint, patches of green prime coat, and patches of rust. A tangle of snaky hoses, red black, green, yellow, brown, lay all over the deck. The deck was covered with orange peel, fragments of magazines and old rags. Most of the sailors were half naked and wore fantastic beards and haircuts. Oaths, blasphemies, and on recurring four-letter word filled the air like fog</i>.<i>"</i> … Herman Wouk, <i>The Caine Mutiny. </i>(If you haven't smelled <i>The Caine Mutiny</i>, it's time for you to do so. Don't be put off by the length of description here, the book is a character piece and in this scene Willie is entering his new world, much to his chagrin.)</div>
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Please fall into this week's music... <i>Fishing Blues</i> by Taj Mahal, it's like one last breath of summer.<br />
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And thanks go out to <a href="http://tjriles.blogspot.com/">TJ Riles</a>... for being cool. Go GB. </div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-36374179378691826342011-09-01T15:22:00.000-07:002011-09-01T15:22:15.770-07:00Love-a-Roll-a-Coast-a<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">After receiving a few more positive commentaries on <i>Syntropy</i> I was struck again as to why I love books and movies. It’s the same reason I love life. To quote the good doctor, “<b>Oh the places you’ll go!</b>”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love new worlds, brave or otherwise. Books or movies without a sense of place often leave me cold. I recently read <i>The Terminal Man</i> by Michael Crichton and was left chilled to the unmemorable bone. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The books and characters I <i>love</i> all have a sense of place: Scout has Maycomb, Billy has the Ozarks, Muad’—“my name is a killing word”—Dib has Arrakis, Augustus has his little grove of pecan trees down by the creek where he and Clara used to spend time together, Harry has Hogwarts, and Booker has the Muddy Joe river bottoms. For me to find a book truly engaging, I have to fall into the pages and want to stay. When I was in the Ozark’s with Billy Colman I didn’t simply fall in love with two dogs, I fell in love with barefoot summers and patched overalls. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Further, I believe that building a clear sense of place serves more purpose than simply creating a world for the reader to enter. I believe it promotes story telling. In the interest of time I will share just one example. Assuming you have read and own the Harry Potter series, grab your copy of <i>The Order of the Phoenix</i> and turn to page 609. Near the bottom of the page Harry is pulled into Dumbledore’s office by the utterly detestable Madam Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge and an ad hoc trial breaks out, complete with a jury of talking portraits. I often think of this scene because I remember being amazed by the density and deftness of the ensuing action. For the next thirteen spellbinding pages Ms. Rowling treats us to a view into a pseudo-courtroom populated by no less than ten unique voices and at least sixteen total character references, not to mention the numerous spells, jinxes, charms, and Phoenixes flying about. And then there is Harry himself, who all the while is sharing with us his thoughts and suspicions while simultaneously having a non-verbal conversation with Dumbledore on the side. My point… the swiftness and lucidity of this scene would not have been possible had JKR not first built a world where this density of narrative was possible. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Bd4IpG5NNE/TmABfWUGFtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEJis5by8M0/s1600/roller+H2O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Bd4IpG5NNE/TmABfWUGFtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEJis5by8M0/s200/roller+H2O.jpg" width="160" /></a><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br />
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Every weekday morning I wake-up, shave, kiss and tickle my wife and kids, and ride my bike to work. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I work at a tech firm. You know the type, the huge multi-national conglomerate whose major stockholders and board of directors have become so focused on the distance between the first and last digits of their net-worth that they have forgotten the importance of the people and the technologies that allowed them the digits in the first place. The firm, whose board of directors spends their twenty working days a <span style="font-size: 12pt;">year nattering away in a price-per-share soap-opera determining the fate of thousands of people’s careers, while hiding behind terms like 'complimentary investments' and 'uncomplimentary divestitures'.... oops, sorry... I promised myself I wouldn’t go there, so I’m stopping this train. If you crave more anti-establishment rant, please head over to <a href="http://tjriles.blogspot.com/2011/08/jon-stewart-warren-buffet-and-those.html">Tim Riley’s place</a> and view Jon Stewart’s </span>hilarious yet poignant <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;">take on the subject.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">So far, I believe every learning cycle (or <i>Syntropy </i>re-write) has been absolutely necessary, but I am nearing a dilemma—when do I stop? You see, science is easy, or at least the end point is. You either meet your constraints or you don’t. You rarely hear an electrical engineer asking her cube mate if he wouldn’t mind re-watching a light toggle on and off on a new circuit she designed. “Did you like it that time? How did it make you feel? What if I switched it on and off really fast? How about slow? Does it turn you on? Do you <i>care </i>about the light? Does it make you want to keep watching? What if I just hinted at turning it on?” No. Under normal circumstances in the tech world, on-is-on, off-is-off and that-is-that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">A confounding piece of the puzzle for me is that my re-writes come slowly. During my six-month re-write sojourns <i>I know</i> that I continue to grow as a writer and therefore once finished, I am compelled to start over. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And there you have it; my cycle of learning has become a perpetual motion machine.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What does your done-state look like?</span></b></div>
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Munk's opening line,<br />
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(A punchline without a toon is a sorrowful thing. Can someone please draw me a picture for this one?)<br />
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And finally, music this week: (after last week's comments I will spare you more Donner Party and stay on theme with the <b>Penguin Cafe Orchestra</b> and <i><b>Perpetuum Mobile.</b></i> Please listen, it just might make your day, and the next, and the next, and the next,...<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">The scariest movie I ever saw, was a made for television film chronicling the real-life homicide investigation of Sam Sheppard, a neurosurgeon on trial for the murder of his pregnant wife. He claimed a bushy-haired intruder had entered their home and done the killing. It was a brutal act. A blunt instrument was employed to violently pulverize the woman’s skull and spatter her brains on every wall of her bedroom.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">From my memory, it wasn’t an exceptionally well done film, though I could hardly be the judge. I was eleven. I’d snuck out of bed and was hunched on the stairs, peering through the stair rails at the shimmering cathode ray tube in the far corner of our sunken family room. The backs of my parent’s unknowing heads were silhouetted against the television’s flickering light. The carpet was shag. The rails wrought iron.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">I worried for the doctor, I worried for the intruder, I worried that my parents would turn and catch me watching. But what worried me the most had nothing to do with declared </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">innocence or guilt. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">What worried me the most was that just like me, someone had fallen prey to an urge to do wrong, and wrong they had done.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">This week's music... Johnny Cash, <i>The Man Comes Around. </i><i> </i></span></div>
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Oh... and anyone who has yet to meet <a href="http://rebeccakielpages.blogspot.com/">Rebecca Kiel</a>, should do so now. Her blog is well spoken, thoughtful and inspiring.Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-41282205694207880702011-07-31T07:45:00.000-07:002012-01-21T17:32:19.214-08:00Sweet Munk Nothings<div class="MsoNormal">On the heels of last week’s post about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nothing</i>, I’ve stepped it up and found <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">something</i> to write about. And it really is something... It makes the world go around, it lifts you up and it knocks you down. It can have you floating on air, or crushed by despair. You can feel it in your fingers; you can feel it in your toes. Yep… it’s LOVE.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Love is my something this week.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">I did a quick search and found numerous sites about love, each with its own categorical definitions. One was content with just two categories: passion and compassion, another described three: Eros, Philos, and Agape, some defined as many as four or five or even six. But regardless of the number, all were firm with the limits of their categories. “That’s it, love defined,” they seem to say. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I see love and all of its variants as infinitely adaptable and therefore indefinable. Trying to define love is like trying to define literary genre, each variant squirms and strains against the trappings of classification. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t believe me? Grab a few opinionated friends and try to classify this list without a debate.</div><div class="MsoNormal">In no particular order… </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>There’s puppy love and Courtney Love, unbidden and forbidden,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>There’s sensual, consensual, unbridled, and once bitten,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>There is fading love so bittersweet it tastes of melancholy,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>And the crazy, stupid, crushing love that only leads to folly,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>The obsessive and possessive loves, of tainted jealousy,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>And the unrequited stinging love of ‘never meant to be’,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>There’s timeless, endless, boundless love, and trysts that lead to scandal,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>Cool, gentle, tender love, and love too hot to handle,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>Ethereal, untellable, agape love divine,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>The carefree-careless, summer love that ends before its time,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>There’s gay love, straight love, and a mother’s love unguarded,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>There’s funny love, a comic’s love, and that wasn’t me who farted,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>Rivaling-reveling-sibling love ‘tween sister and a brother,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>And the super freaky sort of love you don’t take home to mother,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>But of passion or compassion or of tender loving care,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>The best of love that I have found is that which I have shared.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>XOXO,</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>Munk</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>This week’s music</b>… <i>Love is All Around</i>, The Troggs--1967 </div><div class="MsoNormal">A very cool band with a very cool and early promo video.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ut5uC91FcbI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I will have limited connectivity this week... my replies will be even more sporadic than usual.</div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-15843023127067816772011-07-23T14:51:00.000-07:002011-07-23T14:51:53.665-07:00Damn that Munk<div class="PadderBetweenControlandBody">This is a blog post about nothing. If you find nothing of interest in the following text, it’s because my goal this week is to provide you with a string of easily digestible words and phrases that may at first appear compelling, but in retrospect present no substantive value whatsoever. No value in the least.</div><div class="MsoNormal">To repeat, and stay with me here, there is nothing, not the slightest tidbit of information in these words that should be construed as interesting. Perhaps you continue to read because you are drawn by an inexplicable desire to find out if I am kidding, hoping that a punch line awaits. I can assure you it does not. There is nothing more to this blog than the opening sentence predicts—nothing. I am writing words, with the simple goal of writing words, nothing more, nothing less. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Some of you still reading must be asking yourselves, why? Why, after reading over-and-over again that nothing of value is to come, must I keep following along? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps you are searching between the lines for hidden metaphors or some higher purpose, for some scrap of sanity among the nonsense. </div><div class="MsoNormal">And I’m sure that by now there are several folks out there who after throwing their hands up in disgust have dropped out. “Damn that Munk,” I’ll bet they cursed, before stabbing their cursor on their browser’s BACK button, “he’s always playing around, doesn’t take nothin’ serious.” </div><div class="MsoNormal">Well, see-you-later… you impatient lot… bon voyage, and hit-the-road, because I <i>was</i> kidding. There <i>IS</i> something more to this week’s blog, something amazing, something so absolutely awe-inspiring, that those of you who have stuck around will be talking about it for weeks… or not.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk’s opening line…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>My name is Camden and I would like to be part of you.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Munk's </o:p>"Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk</div><br />
This week's music:<br />
Mazzy Star -- Fade Into You.<br />
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<b>Pointer</b>--> I did a guest spot over at <a href="http://tjriles.blogspot.com/2011/07/fast-five-friday-munk-style.html">Tim Riley's digs</a>... please mosey on over for a list of my favorite documentaries and add some of your own. The list is actually one of the more useful things I may have ever posted on a blog.<br />
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<b>Ice Breaker</b>--><br />
What is madness if not freedom? Gone are the days when people ask me questions expecting a logical response. Oh, but it doesn't keep them from asking. With their digital recorders sucking at my words and their digital fingers stabbing away at their digital keyboards... they ask and ask and ask, mouths flapping, tongues wagging. They ask.... Ronnie, what does the fire say when it speaks? Who's voice does it use? Are you alone when it talks? Ronnie, is it talking now?<br />
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This week's opening line:<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">There is good reason to fear science.</span></b><br />
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And, this week's music... Did someone say Ska?<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Do you love your characters? Do you get excited about creating a life? If you could, would you want to be one of them?</b> I do, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. In my book, I Mary Sue all over myself, though you might be hard pressed to tell with which character I share the most in common. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Full disclosure 1: </b>I’m not even sure <i>I</i> know which of my characters are most like me. All I do know is that I love hanging out with each-and-every-one of the ne'er-do-wells. I love messing with them as much as I love reading and just a little less than hanging out with my family. I hear some people, even writers, say that they HATE writing, or at least that they procrastinate to keep from writing (blogs come up a lot in these discussions). Not me. I might procrastinate a little, but it is not a significant time drain. Perhaps, it is that I get my fill of “real” people at work; engineers can be very exacting, it seems that they always have to be right… which is not really me either, I don’t <i>have</i> to be right all the time… I just happen to be so. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I sometimes wonder what would happen if writing was my job… would I learn to hate it, and would I then translate that hate to my characters? Without my engineering career as a surrogate punching bag, would I pound the humility out of my Mary Sues? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Full disclosure</b> <b>2</b>: that last sentence gave me an evil grin.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A quote for today: “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves</i>.” ~Carl Jung (Thanks to <a href="http://theqqqe.blogspot.com/2011/06/quotes-week-part-four.html">Matthew MacNish</a> for posting this quote on his blog)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk’s opening line:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>The distance between pleasure and pain is measured in the flesh of the participants.</b></span></div>Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk<br />
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Music this week is from the vault of obscurity. Unless you spent time in Chicago in the seventies, odds are you've never heard this gem. If I am wrong, please prove me so. Alliotta-Haynes-Jeremiah, with <i>Lake Shore Drive</i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Synopsis:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Elvis is alive. He’s living out his last days in an East Texas care home. He is sick and the movie is too, way sick. Hide from the movie if you get queasy when people use the terms pustule and genitalia in the same sentence (like I just did, but worse).<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The thing is, many years ago, Elvis (played by Bruce Campbell) switched places with an Elvis impersonator and missed his chance to switch back because he accidentally barbecued the contract. The real Elvis now shares a room with John F. Kennedy (played by Ossie Davis… yes <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i> Ossie Davis) and together they must defend their care home from an Egyptian mummy, who is having a dandy-old time sucking the resident’s souls from their, well, from you know… back there.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All that, and yet I still recommend the movie, just leave the logical part of your brain on the shelf when you screen it.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know, I know, if you are anything like me you are probably asking yourself, “Why didn’t I think of that? How could I have let that little gem of a plot slip through my hands?” Well, you did. Get over it. The question is, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">what are you gonna do now?</b> I’m personally working up something with Jerry Lee Lewis and a Kraken, the working title: “Great Balls of the Leviathan”.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk’s opening line:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Eye’s like dinner plates, tentacles like sewer lines… goodness, gracious, the great balls of the leviathan. </span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Munk’s opening line is yours to keep, use it. <i>Note: this week’s opener is so filled with wonk, that if someone actually uses it, they must share.</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On a more deferential note, Mr. Peter Falk died this week. During his acting career he helped tell many a beautiful story. Remember him reading “The Princess Bride” in “The Princess Bride” to a very young Fred Savage? In another of my favorite films, “Wings of Desire” by Wim Wenders he portrayed an aging film star. The film contained one of my all-time favorite quotes: <i>"But no one has so far succeeded in singing an epic of peace. What is wrong with peace, that its inspiration doesn't endure and that it is almost untellable?”</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-218989978277518292011-06-17T14:57:00.000-07:002011-06-17T15:08:27.607-07:00Catharsis Consommé<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Blog de jour</span></b><span style="color: black;">: two subjects, one tag, one aphorism, and no rants.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Sujet une:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">today’s entry began simply enough, being that it is summer and the kids are out of school, I was considering how difficult it is to find time for all of the things I would like to do. I was doing well, tapping away at my keyboard, creating gleeful witticisms (thanks DUO), when something went suddenly and terribly wrong. Storm clouds of vitriol rolled across my Doppler radar feed. Before I knew it, I was ranting. My simple blog entry had become an manifesto touching on everything from the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect">Butterfly Effect</a><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>to the global consequences of our daily moral judgments. On I went, bashing through barriers of blogosphere decency, smashing the good intentions of well-intentioned intenders. I really made an illogical mess of things before I was through and as I sift through the rubble, trying to piece together what went wrong, I realize that recovery is still a ways off.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Has this ever happened to you? Has an unknown need for catharsis ever consumed your blog?</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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<img height="200" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/19/Train_wreck_at_Montparnasse_1895.jpg/300px-Train_wreck_at_Montparnasse_1895.jpg" width="166" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Sujet deux:</b> I enjoy building. I find all aspects of the work relaxing: the brainstorming, the drawing, and the physical-ing. I rarely find time to build anymore. I am writing. My dream life would have me writing for a living, building for fun, and hugging my family. The skies would be sunny except when it rained and people would stop killing each other, God damn it… You see, here is where things went wrong. This was the actual start to my original blog and as you can tell things devolved at a drastic pace. I don’t think train wrecks happen this fast, but then I can’t tell for sure because those that I’ve seen have all been in slow motion. Now, rather than go into all of the conditions that led my train-of-thought into the canyon-of-angst, let me just finish what I started…My wife and I built a house (family and friends pitched in), since, I have added patios and decks and walkways and finished the basement and landscaped the yard and built a woodshed and… and, I miss it. I don’t just miss seeing the results, I miss doing the work: particularly during t-shirt weather. It’s what I gave up to write. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>What do you give up to write?</b></span></span></div><div style="float: right; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Le Tag:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">Thanks again to D U Okonkwo, the gracious Londoner, for tagging me… DUO’s blog is<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>overflowing</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>with the joy of writing and can be found here:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://www.duosays.com/">http://www.duosays.com/</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">L’aphorisme:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">following a quick sift through the rant, this is the only thing of value that I found…<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Acceptance is as powerful as righteous tyranny… and often less harmful.</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Munk’s Opening Line:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">The brown dwarf swung so nearly, I felt my mood change.</span><u1:p></u1:p></b><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Munk’s opening line is yours to keep, use it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">This week’s music (I love the opening to this song…): </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"><i>One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">by George</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"> Thorogood and the Destroyers</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ISmgOrhELXs?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="line-height: 13.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><u1:p><span style="color: black;"> <b></b></span></u1:p><b>Eve’body funny… now you funny too.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 13.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-37742007450168722982011-06-12T14:17:00.000-07:002011-06-12T14:17:08.963-07:00Crazy Change<div class="MsoNormal">Why I am, as a writer.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve always counted my life experiences among my greatest assets.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am not an Army, Navy nor any other type of institutionally defined brat, but I have moved, and moved often. Why my brattiness you ask?... purely my own design.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Before my fourteenth birthday my family and I had inhabited at least eight homes scattered over four states, Alabama, California, Oregon, Kansas, and then California, and Oregon again; couple that with required school moves and I was the definition of an adolescent nomad. After that, things stabilized, if only a bit. Four years in Newberg, Oregon led to two colleges, five stays in Alaska, two in Colorado and one in California before finally settling in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Perhaps my numerous transitions help me to write, I know they push me to write. I am a storyteller and am rarely without a new idea, though as I get older, I fear my muse will-wane (rhymes with... Lil-Wayne). My desire now is to <i>write </i>stories in a manner worth sharing. Any artist worth their sanity understands that taste plays a huge role in books chosen, so I realize my stories (anyone’s stories) can’t appeal to everyone. But I am desperate to develop the skills of plot hooks, character voice and scene pacing so that the task of writing, and thus the reading, becomes more fluid and more accessible. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have thus logged three years on my first-novel-training-ground, and based on my past that’s a pretty long stay, but worth every second.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I just realized something. Perhaps writing is a way for me to recapture the excitement of moving, embracing the unknown as it were. I love my lush, Douglas Fir shaded valley, I love that my family is growing and learning and finds security in the familiar surroundings of a small town. The smell of the fresh cut grass the cool evening breezes... but sometimes, I just need to get away.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Someone once said... "The difference between an artist and a person that's crazy, is that the artist has a two way ticket and the crazy person only has a one-way."<br />
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This week's opening line was submitted by (okay, perhaps "extracted" from) the prophetable bard... <a href="http://bardsandprophets.blogspot.com/">L.G. Smith</a>.<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Get your damn finger off of the mouse, Munk."</span></b><br />
Munk's (erm... LG's) "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk... note: no mice were injured during the writing of this blog.<br />
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This week's music: for you Cake lovers out there, this is a must see streetwise review video of <i>Short Skirt/Long Jacket</i>... love it. "She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler LeBaron." ...if she was a little more like the broad in this song...<br />
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</div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-63889232172461206372011-06-04T13:45:00.000-07:002011-06-04T13:45:52.247-07:00Nova Jackson: Ejects!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For many of you, Jodi Chamberlain’s name is already familiar as the creator of the Syntropy trailer (the YouTube video off to the right there… the one showing Booker and Annabelle running in the cornfield… awesome). Well, Miss Jodi is as prolific as she is talented, in addition to her videos and <a href="http://www.jodichamberlain.com/">fine art</a> (click the link and then go to "paintings"... you might just fall in love), she has completed the first episode of a highly entertaining (okay, crazy-ass-fun) graphic novel series designed specifically for digital media, <i>Nova Jackson: Ejects!</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The trailer…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/KqohDiXSTAg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you are interested in downloading a $2 copy… the link to the Barnes and Noble page is <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Nova-Jackson/Jodi-Chamberlain/e/2940012408921/?itm=1&USRI=jodi+chamberlain">here</a>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But wait there’s more! The story of Jodi's career change, from office fodder to whatever she considers herself now, is worth a read as well, and is listed here at the <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jodi-chamberlain/sink-or-swim_1_b_869707.html">Huffington Post</a> (fun huh?). Just what drives this 5’2” sailor to do so much of what she does? Where I fret and sweat whether my work is good enough to share, she just knows hers is.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Munk’s opening line(s)…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Wallace set about doing the only thing he could think to do, and that was to lick the chocolate from Stacy's neck. There was a chance she was allergic, after all</span></b>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This week's music "Lights Out" by DobleFlo (video by... you guessed it.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/48Pwh2XhzWs?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-57265155665415633772011-05-21T08:46:00.000-07:002011-05-21T08:46:41.468-07:00Emperius Rapturius<div class="MsoNormal">Mumsy,</div><div class="MsoNormal">It seems millennia since I’ve written, but I’ve just been handed the greatest news. I am the new Head Chef at the Empire Flight Grill! That’s right; all the tuition and late nights at Sentient Services is finally paying off. Your daughter is on her way. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Head Chef is a Level 62 position in the fleet, which as you know means full tenure… FULL pension! Paulos is a little jealous he wasn’t chosen first, but he is happy for me (happy for us!), gosh, gosh, gosh, I love him. The news couldn’t have come at a better time, with the baby on its way and all. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Oh, and can you believe the DS is finally working? It took them long enough. They tested it on some planet… Almaden, or Alderaan, maybe? I can’t remember… non-believers, anyway. The test put the lights out for almost five multi-counts, I nearly missed who got voted off Empire Idol and was beginning to think Paulos and I had chosen the wrong space station. But the schools here in The Sixteenth Suburb of Contentment remain at the top of the galaxy rankings. I just knew things would work out. They say we’re headed toward the Yavin system; I know I should have paid more attention in astography, but I can’t remember, is that anywhere near you? If so, maybe you could visit!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Cheryl Klein of the <a href="http://chavelaque.blogspot.com/2011/04/writers-what-are-your-rules.html">Brooklyn Arden</a> inspired me this morning. She, being quite principled herself, began a new section on her blog called "Other People's Principles." Her goal is to compile a list of lists. Apologies for the redundancies, but a principle list of listed principles is inherently redundant, unless of course you are Dr. Suess, at which point it becomes a Star Infested Pundonkey. Anyway, Ms. Klein has requested that any of her readers who feel up to it, write a list of principles on writing. So did I and so should you. Perhaps all of you "A to Z" bloggers can adopt a German accent and create "Zee" list for your Saturday post. Warning, seeing as I am unpublished, and have no real prospects, be wary of putting any of my principles into practice. </div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">expectations</b>: Write to reach someone, but not everyone.</div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">conventions</b>: Avoid the entrapments of genre, write a story.</div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">craft</b>: Face your weaknesses. Never stop growing, but pace yourself. Opt for daily reflections over weeklong immersions, growth is time consuming and effortful.</div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">reviews</b>: Listen hardest to those whom you respect the most, but ignore the others at your peril (I wish I had an editor to instruct me on the proper use of ‘whom’).</div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">age appropriateness</b>: Write to your audience in theme only, avoid restricted vocabulary (except in character voice).</div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">absolutism</b>: Never follow a tip beginning with the word ‘never’ (yes, this means you <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2001/07/16/arts/writers-writing-easy-adverbs-exclamation-points-especially-hooptedoodle.html">Elmore</a>). Break rules.</div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">inspiration</b>: Write with purpose or with joy, or both.</div>
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<b>Regarding </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">editors</b>: Secure council that possesses passion and energy—and nothing to lose. </div>
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I am a big fan of Ms. Klein, aside from being a Potterologist (I’ll let you scour her website to understand that reference) and an editor for Arthur A. Levine, a Scholastic imprint, she spends much of her time helping people understand the craft of writing. I find her writing on writing pragmatic, value rich, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i> entertaining. She connects many of my free radical <a href="http://munkdavis.blogspot.com/2011/04/connecting-zots.html">Zots</a>. </div>
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Check her <a href="http://cherylklein.com/">website</a>, if you like what you see, I recommend you buy her book, <i><a href="http://cherylklein.com/second-sight/">Second Sight</a></i>. I carry two books in my backpack when I write: hers and “Strunk and White”. </div>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Some of my favorites:</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Travels with Charlie—John Steinbeck<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">On the Road—Jack Kerouac<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Hobbit—J. R. R. Tolkien <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Lonesome Dove—Larry McMurtry<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance—Robert Pirsig (I can’t tell you how many years it has been since I read this book and yet I still debate with Phaedrus on road trips).<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Books for experiential enhancement: </b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I often choose books to read on vacation based on where I am travelling. For example while trekking in Nepal I read <i>Annapurna</i> by Maurice Herzog… in a word: harrowing. While in the Cook Islands I read the Nordhoff and Hall trilogy: <i>Mutiny on the Bounty</i>, <i>Men at Sea</i>, and <i>Pitcairn’s Island</i>… in three words, egomania, ick, and megalomania. After being shrunk to microscopic size and injected into the arteries of a really important smart guy and submarining toward a deadly blood clot in his carotid artery, I read <i>Fantastic Voyage</i>… Okay, you caught me, I never read <i>Fantastic Voyage. </i>I would have, had I not been so busy fighting off white blood cells and helping Raquel Welch apply her mascara.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0x-NkBk0wn0/Tbra6lOAt3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/lNQASb-BDX8/s1600/raquelwelch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0x-NkBk0wn0/Tbra6lOAt3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/lNQASb-BDX8/s1600/raquelwelch.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1qIiWGq1I4/Tbratlj_ItI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O-0DDosWNAw/s1600/raquel+FV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1qIiWGq1I4/Tbratlj_ItI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O-0DDosWNAw/s1600/raquel+FV.jpg" /></a><b><br />
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<i>Happy Birthday Audrey.</i>Munkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04921320770712443773noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464246622962133800.post-43129117381743568992011-04-16T10:54:00.000-07:002011-04-16T10:54:25.918-07:00Connecting the Zots<div class="MsoNormal">Was sent an e-mail this week by a friend with whom I share the love of creation. She is also one of my few blogging friends that I actually know exists. I can testify that she has an analog version of herself to compliment her digital form. That is to say, we’ve met. We work together. Kat, the photographer (her digital self), can be found here: <a href="http://www.kateyeview.com/">www.kateyeview.com</a>. The analog version of Kat resides, for the moment, in Italy… <b>gridare evviva!</b> She’s finishing a two-year TDY with her family in Milan and finds time to share her passion for photography on the web. Love that.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In addition to being an inspired photo jockey, and cracker-jack engineer, Kat is a voracious reader (I was thrilled that she enjoyed an early version of Syntropy). As it happens, her current read is Madeleine L’Engle’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A Circle of Quiet</i>. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">“I have a profound conviction that it is most dangerous to tamper with the word. I've been asked why it's wrong to provide the author of a pleasure book, a non-textbook, with a controlled-vocabulary list. First of all, to give an author a list of words and tell him to write a book for children using no word that is not on the list strikes me as blasphemy. What would have happened to Beatrix Potter if she had written in the time of controlled vocabulary? Lettuce has a</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">soporific</span><span style="color: black;"> effect on Peter Rabbit. "Come come, Beatrix, that word is beyond a child's vocabulary." "But it's the right word, it's the only possible word." "Nonsense. You can't use soporific because it's outside the child's reading capacity. You can say that lettuce made Peter feel sleepy."<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Music this week... probably not for everyone... but definitely for me. The Pixies, <i>Subbacultcha</i> (you know, when you grope for Luna)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">1) “You look smashing and your gags are to die for.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">2) “You killed out there tonight, you really slayed me.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">3) “You are <i>so</i> bad… you are the bomb.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">4) “You are so phat and dope and sick, you make <i>me</i> sick.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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And now to music... from the movie "The Stork Club", I bring you, Betty Hutton, (I have to admit, I find this hilarious).<br />
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"We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate, standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate."<br />
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