Pardon my homage to Philip K. Dick but I loved Blade Runner.
While often late for the party I'm seldom absent. So bear with me while I get into the swing of things.
Finding Composition in the Field
For this blog, I interviewed my wife, JoAnne, during one of those fleeting moments of peace in our house (nap time for the kids).
Antagonist: What is your definition of composition?
Protagonist: The term composition i my mind is like a symphony. A host of components that come together or form an organized and well written set of thoughts.
Antagonist: In your experience, how has your use of compostion played a role in your work?
Protagonist: I have used my skills in composition in my work with the Urban Charrette writing grants and awards. I will say that the more I know about a subject, the better I am at writing about it.
Antagonist: What is your compostional process?
Protagonist: I start with notes about my subject to find a direction of where I want to go with it. I follow up with some research if necessary and then write a draft. I then like to talk about it with someone else in order to line up my thoughts and sometimes I like to let the ideas fester for a while before I finish writing.
Going "Second Order"
At home, my life is scheduled around my daughters. I have no free time, only time when my daughters are doing something else. In the case of the interview with my wife and the process of transcribing it to the wiki, my daughters happened to be taking a nap. While I generally use this time to catch up on school work, my wife uses the opportunity to get things done around the house. Consequently, I was forced to interview her while I helped her put away the dishes. This of course made transcribing the interview afterwards difficult since a lot of her recorded answers were masked by the sound of dishes clacking together. Originally, I had intended to record the interview on video with my cell phone in order to easily upload it to the wiki but my youngest daughter, Mai, decided to use it as a pacifier and slobbered all over it to the point that I'm not sure if it will ever work again.
Thinking of Linking...
Of course the first link I should make should be to N8's Space. He's been one of the most helpful in class and I have been using his page as an example of what to do right on a wiki page. The second link would have to be to page one of wiki wackie world since Kori has also been so helpful in class. Plus, I like Sam Kinison too.
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Narrative
Charlie edged his way to the counter with two churchills in hand. As he waited for the corpulent proprietor to shuffle his way back to the register and ring him up, he once again calculated the price of two cigars, added tax, and weighed that against the twenty dollar bill in his pocket making sure to take into account that he still needed gas to get home. He handed the cigars to the owner and laid the twenty dollars down on the counter. Vaguely, Charlie heard the man compliment his selection as an excellent choice, remarking how the dark Sumatran wrapper possessed a nice nutty flavor. Charlie groaned inwardly. It was always the same. He wanted to shake the man and explain to him that he smoked cigars because he liked the taste of tobacco not nuts. Charlie thanked him instead and promised to be back soon.
Once in his car, Charlie began the ritual of cutting and lighting a cigar. It always began with a sniff as he ran the length of the cigar under his nose. After a well placed clip with his cutter he began the process of toasting then puffing his cigar. Finally, that first long draw from his cigar that coated his tongue and cheeks with a flavor that he could only describe as luxurious. He opened his eyes as he exhaled. The cabin of his car filled with smoke and for a moment his eyes watered. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back oh his hand. Behind his blurred vision he was secluded. The loneliness of myopia, he thought.
My narrative rough draft is in here somewhere.
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