Author: tiphane

A Work of Art, Chapter 10

Life went on. Max had returned to his regular cafe job on Monday morning, after a day wandering and wondering. How could his life make sense after Andrew’s departure? Andrew had called to announce that he had arrived to his regular life, and Max couldn’t ask if Andrew had envisioned that such regular life could include him some day. He couldn’t ask, because after all he had been the sex worker who had become the lover, and who knew if it meant they could envision being boyfriends next. He knew there was a roommate, who also was a helper, at Andrew’s home, but he didn’t know what kind of relationship they had, if any, beyond that. It would have been easier if the helper had been female, it would have cleared the ambiguity. Or perhaps worsened it, perhaps she would have been his wife. Download: Chapter 10 – The Descent to Hell About “A Work of Art”

A Work of Art, Chapter 11

Perhaps such events could be considered extraordinary, some would call them miraculous, others just fortunate. I like to think it was just a coincidence, but what would life be without a chance encounter that gives you a sense of awe and wonder? My art rescued my muse. Download: Chapter 11 – it all comes together About “A Work of Art”

lightweight reading and writing

I’m not sure this is the best way for me to keep writing. Writing on anything but paper, with anything but a comfortable fountain pen gliding over smooth paper, can be – how to say – awkward? There’s a disconnect. I keep thinking about the next word, the next thought, whereas I used to simply let the words flow to my hand. I feel that I’m saying the words in my head first, to decide whether or not they’re fit to print. It’s an interesting observation on this population of one, myself. What pen and paper do to me is similar to a shortcut, bypassing an area of the mind that judges whether or not the words are legible. It could be that I could write truly disposable morning pages, for that’s what I’ve been writing, pages that don’t matter, pages that I know will be or should be thrown away. How about bringing with me blank loose leaf paper, and a good pen? Then I could warm up, and switch to the keyboard for …

A First Attempt at Technology for Travel

This will be my first attempt at blogging from the ipod, using a keyboard. Well, here we go, the plane is going to be late, as I expected from checking its performance for the past 14 days. You can do that now, on the internet. You enter your flight number and it gives you its current state, as well as its departure and arrival stats for days past. There I could see my flight was habitually late. Still I forgot to check this morning, as I rushed to catch BART. I had to run back, climbing 4 flights of stairs, to get a letter I had intended to mail but left in my bike bag. So is my travel life, never prepared. I could be the antithesis of a boy scout, letting myself ushered onto a flight, expecting everything will be alright. It usually is, that everything. Today I also left my fountain pen and paper notebook at home. It was an easy decision, as I had come to two pages off the end, and …

Healing from the Right Side of the Brain

I just came back from a day-long seminar with Dr. Roy Martina title, “Reclaim Your Power and Restore Your Health” organized by Ode Magazine. You may want to see it, they make the video available online for a fee at odenow.com.  Did I ever mention I loved Ode Magazine? It was… fun, and a bit mysterious. Aware of tricks that can be played on you (typically, a con man can talk to your right side of the brain and get anything from you), I realized from Roy Martina’s experiences that one could basically con himself to eliminate all the barriers he accumulates when he’s little. In my case, I’m aware that my parents and grandparents installed many fears in me before I could just dismiss them as what old people keep saying. It can go very deep. So the recipes may include methods you wouldn’t want to get close to (like cutting karmic links with the UV sword of the angel Michael?), but in fact what you’re doing is ask your left brain to move …

On Staging a Fight Without Making a Man of Myself

This was written in response to Linda Leith’s Article “Bias against Women Writers? Heresy from a Fledging Publisher” I write today to throw in my 2 cents – indeed for what it’s worth – about how, or why men seem to dominate in the publishing world. It’s a dangerous area, I think, because I am definitely not an authority on the subject, only an observer. Perhaps I write about it today, because recently I opened old files of stories I had abandoned, finding the critique it had received from another writer. As constructive as he had tried to be, he had used words that spoke to me of my failure to produce a perfect piece. This time, years later, the words no longer had that effect. They were about the story, and I no longer were attached to the long hours I had spent on it. I happily started rewriting the story yesterday. What does that mean in relation to the gender domination issue? I want to avoid the stereotypes that people of my generation …

on lindaleith.com: Books, in Guatemala?

Read the full article on lindaleith.com I’m really glad that I don’t have to drive in Guatemala.  Our driver takes us on a road where a bridge collapsed during tropical storm Agatha, two or three years ago, but no one has bothered to rebuild it. On the other side of the river, a truck starts towards the river, showing the water depth to be about one foot. Julio, our expert driver, obviously knows he’ll go through. As I travel in this and other underdeveloped countries, I’ve found that people don’t seem to worry about things like a river crossing. They know a bridge or other infrastructure will not be built any time soon.  They’ll deal with problems when they occur. The same happens with their educational system. The central government may build schools, but it doesn’t seem to supply the books. A child may show up at school one day, but not the next, if the family’s priorities have changed one way or another. New teachers find themselves assigned to classes they can hardly manage, …

Solstice 2012

Solstice 2012 Elongated shadows on one side, our sun, warm on the bright side About to go to sleep in the privacy behind our earth Thank you, earth and water, air and fire, our gods improvised as creators issued from others themselves Thank you chaos, life, imperfect and infinite, the constantly renewed blooming, down west, up east… This fast moving planet rotates to another day, gently tilting the other way And we’re in for this great ride for as long as it keeps us on it.  

On lindaleith.com: a bit of a futuristic view

the problem is, I keep seeing the future happening… Can machines select the next book for you to read? In this view of the future, a book’s DNA can be compared to your “reader DNA,” and the bookseller – no longer a human but a machine automatically channeling books to you – is guaranteed growing sales forever. Read it all here on lindaleith.com