Friday, September 16, 2022
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Monday, April 4, 2022
Oh shit, I'm tall
Recently, for the umpteenth time I was asked how tall I was. I had responded more than 6 feet. The woman sighed and said “ I wish I was that tall”. I blame my answer on how tired I was, I told her “ No, you don’t”. While the concept of reaching things most people can’t is a definite plus, there are the negatives that people don’t think about. The world does not fit you. I am not just talking about clothing. Having to find special stores or departments that may or may not have something that fits your not "off the rack" body shape is difficult enough. Most big and tall shops will work if you are tall or if you are big, not both. But who has to make sure cars and furniture fit you. Overall the world is more expensive to you as a whole simply because you take up more space in it. At amusement parks you see signs that say you must be this height to ride this ride but the sign does not have a line that say you must be below this height to fit in the seat without breaking your knees. Besides the physical issues of being tall there are the social issues. Tall children are expected to be more mature, responsible and behaved. Back to the physical aspects as a child how fun is it to slide down a pole when you are less than a foot away from the bottom? Or be too tall to enjoy some of the newer play areas because you can't fold yourself into the enclosed places. I do not understand why people are comfortable enough to approach me and ask a personal question about my height but would feel insulted if I ask about their weight. I am a tall black male. That is three for three on the law enforcement "fear for my safety" list. this can also mean that people make assumptions as to who I am. That I will react more with my fists that with my head. My grandfather was not a small man. He had taught me about the comfort of big men. That we had nothing to prove to anyone but ourselves. It was his take on “With great power comes great responsibility”. I have always taken that to heart. People have made the assumption that I am a danger to children just by sitting in the park watching my kids play. That may be more that I am black than tall so I am digressing. Now the question is How tall am I?
I am:
6'6"
78 inches
2.1666 Yards
2 meters
19.5 Hands
~3.9 Cubits
What I learned since last entry: No matter how well you know someone, communication is very important to a relationship.
Best thing since last entry: I am learning to motivate myself and get things done but is still a slow process.
Worst thing since last entry: Realizing that as much as you want to help, there are things that you can't do and that can be frustrating.
Friday, March 11, 2022
Long, long time ago
What object is evocative for me. Its there something that makes me reminisce about the past that draw up different memories at different times. There is music. Certain songs bring good memories and stories I want to tell but mostly good memories. Can songs be counted as evocative they are not tangible but the words the lyrics when written can be evocative. I not sure what the word means anyway. Its it something that pulls nostalgia from you? Something that make you think of something not related to the object that stirred the memory? If so I have to go with music. The first song that comes to mind is “American Pie” by Don Mclean. Different parts bring up different memories. Anytime, among my friends if in conversation someone says it was a long time ago or something to that effect we start singing. I think about all the places we sang it. When we sang it , who we sang it with, what happened when we sang it, who we will never sing it with again. That song is part of the soundtrack of my life.
Skipping Highs and lows
Monday, March 7, 2022
Into the Future
Wednesday, March 2, 2022
Things are "Looking Up"
If you stepped in the depths of this paper you would barely get your feet wet.
I recently was watching a movie on Netflix called “Don’t Look Up.” The movie stars Leonardo DiCaprio and Jenifer Lawrence as two astronomers that discover a comet that will hit and destroy the Earth. It is a satire about who and what our priorities are in American society. The astronomers try to do the right thing and tell the proper authorities. Some of them are incompetent or do not take the threat seriously. The President a true politician in that she is in office to get elected again, is played by Meryl Streep. Her plan is to hold off on the news until it can better help her politically. The media hands the astronomers to the morning talk shows that trivialize the news because that is what keeps their audience watching, one of the astronomers buys into their own hype and rides the catastrophe for fame instead of informing the public.
While I was incredibly entertained and enjoyed the movie completely, it did flip my cynic switch. Everybody, no matter what consciously or subconsciously has their own agenda, In the case of “Don’t Look Up”, you would think that a cataclysmic, extinction level threat to humanity would have us working together, altruistically for a solution. Not so in the movie, like everyone else, one of three things motivate the characters. Fear, Greed, or Pleasure. Anything you do comes down to at least one of those three things. This does not always mean that these are bad things. If you do something out fear that feeds someone else’s greed and pleasure than that could be considered a good thing. Taking a deep dive into the movie there will be spoilers.
Two astronomers discover the comet, and when they realize that this very large object is going to hit the Earth, they decide to report it to the proper authorities. They do this because they do not want to die and do not have the resources to stop it themselves. The head of NASA does not believe them and does not understand the science behind the report. The head of planetary defense does believe them and stands behind them because he does not want to die either. The President is motivated by greed and pleasure holds on to the news for a better time and dismisses the report as something less than what it is because she does not respect the credentials of the source. When the time comes to deal with the problem it is politicized and used for political capital. The resolution is to send up nuclear warheads to divert the path of the comet. They hold rallies to generate political support and prop up a hero that is unnecessary because the safest way to do the job is remotely. On the day of the launch, after all the fanfare up to that point. The mission is aborted just after launch because the primary provider of campaign funds tells the president to cancel because he wants to mine the comet for minerals. Because of his money and resources, anyone that examines his plan to carefully, or points out that there will still be disaster level death and destruction are blackballed from their industries or mysteriously disappear. His plans go awry of course.
This is a great satire that exposes many of the weaknesses in our society. It magnifies the motivations of those in power. The effect of social media on our culture. The lack of respect that our society has on science. The effects of the gaps in wealth and class. I recommend watching it and discussing the subjects it brings up. I also recommend watching it past the credits for a piece of satisfying karma. One last thing, Every disaster movie starts with those in authority not listening to those in science.
Swing and a miss
So, I totally blew my First occasion paper. Every one else
in the class shared some very personal or deep stories about themselves I wrote
a bad movie review. I think I totally misread the room. I am listening to the
stories and occasions my classmates are talking about, and I shudder. The young women around
me in this class are very open at least on paper. Listening to some of their
papers felt intrusive. Some of the topics have a bravery that I would like to
think I have but was never tested. they also so come from very different
places. I feel unconnected by age and gender in this class like there is no one
I can look at and nod at with shared experience. I know my nature and as a parent and guardian
I want to help, discuss, support, but I know that is an intrusion as well. So
here I am, the older male in a room full of young women I do not know
personally, feeling the need to defend my gender. I know the last thing any of
them need is a heroic male figure to save them.
The next paper will
be better. I think I kept it light because I do not feel comfortable sharing things
about myself and who I am with people I do not know well. I do not seem
trusting these days. I don’t know why. There are so many things that I could
have wrote about. My issues with time and why I never feel I have enough of it.
why I joined the army and my tribe. What it’s like being a dad with an adult
child and how to feel pride and disappointment all at the same time. I can talk
about my addiction to roleplaying and how it helped and hindered my education
and gave me family. So many things. I should write the next paper on why I came
back to school, what I get out of it, and how I feel about being in classes
with kids that grew up with the internet and never had to make a mix tape off
the radio.
Sunday, February 27, 2022
The Other Side of the Page
Just something I was asked to do for my writing about writing class.
The Other Side of the Page
Welcome to “The Other Side of the Page” where ideas and creativity are developed into the written word. We have with us the person that makes this all possible Greg Van Brackle.
Hi, this is odd as I am usually on the other end of this.
We understand and we will get back to that thought later. What we are here to talk about is you as a writer so let’s dive right in. While the act of writing is a necessary part of everyone’s life, there are those that write or produce content beyond the necessary and the needed. What got you started as a writer?
I think what got me started as a writer was that I grew up in an environment where the there was a lot of respect for language. Almost everyone in my family whether they thought that way or not, used language actively for more than general conversation. My father was a salesman. He sold medical equipment to hospitals. His skill with language was necessary for success. My mother was a Child advocate, a civil rights activist, did public relations for the mayor’s office. All those jobs required a special command of the language as well. My Grandmother was a prolific letter writer. She worked as a secretary for the Commander of the Brooklyn Navy Yards. As a Black woman in the 50’s and 60’s she wrote many letters of truth to power regarding the treatment of her and her fellow employees. She was a graduate of Oxford and was ranked nationally in Scrabble. She was the bar that we all had to reach when it came to language. You ask yourself what that has to do with me. School may have taught me letters and words. My family taught me about the power of the English language. My Grandmother would have me write letters of apology to people if I got into trouble. When my mother was the President of the NAACP Jamaica branch, she would have me proofread and type her letters and correspondence. I was always surrounded by language used for a purpose. The act of writing is far from foreign to me. It is the culture of my family. For me not to be a writer of some type was the bigger issue.
A solid foundation, you wrote a lot for others, what got you started writing for yourself?
I am a Science fiction and fantasy geek. I have a large collection of comic books, I watched so many TV and movies I could give The Internet Movie Data Base a run for its money. I love good stories, but they never seem enough. I am always thinking what if? What if this character was in this show? What would they do different? What if that person had hesitated a few seconds missing the train doors? What would I have done? How could the story be better? I enjoy telling stories as well. When I was 12 I was into movie special effects. Star Wars and Star Trek The Motion Picture were the movies that sparked it. I had was very curious about the magic behind the screen. I had learned a lot of tricks that were not hard to duplicate. That was when I wrote my first screenplay “Space Hunters” not an original name. The characters and plot had every effect I wanted to try. One of the best experiences of my childhood. Somewhere in my mom’s garage, in all its Super 8 glory sits my first produced story. I could tell stories and people liked them. At the end of that summer the same friend I made the film with gave me my first taste of Table-top Role playing.
Table-top Roleplaying?
Yes, role-playing games is entirely intertwined with my drive as a writer. It was an outlet for storytelling. In these games as the gamemaster, I am the antagonist, and the surrounding world. As a player, I am the protagonist. Looking back at the many years of gaming, every session could have just as easily been part of a workshop on storytelling. Gaming has provided me with good fiction writing skills.
What fiction writing skills did you get?
I am good at character creation and development. One of the techniques I use to help when I get stuck on a character is to play out an interview like this one. I am not used to being on this side of the page.
That is why this is “The Other Side of the Page”. Please go on.
I am good at worldbuilding. Creating people, places, and things t for the characters to interact with makes for more immersive stories. I do tend to create these massively grand scenarios as well.
What types of stories do you like to write?
If you haven’t guessed by now, my favorite genre to write is Science fiction -Fantasy. I mostly write superhero stories, high magic fantasy, and galaxy spanning space opera. I haven’t done too well with horror or cyberpunk.
Is there anything else you like to write?
Over the years, I have tried journaling and free writing whatever was on my mind. I must have a half dozen “blank books” and pads with rants or observations. I write for some tech forums and gaming sites. Some reviews.
We know that good writing doesn’t come out of a bubble. Who are some influences on your writing?
My primary influences are good storytellers. For humor I like Douglas Adams. He wrote Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and Robert Asprin, author of the Myth Adventures series. Joss Whedon, best banter in the business. and Shakespeare, of course for writing dialogue. For epic worldbuilding J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth and Frank Herbert’s Dune cannot be beat.
In the living day to day of your life, how often do you get a chance to write?
Good storytellers are always telling little stories to themselves as they go through the day. When I am doing something repetitive or that doesn’t require a lot of thought, I think of stories or journal entries in my head. Some of them are very entertaining in the moment, but few will see the light of day on a page. I want to set up a time for myself to write down some of the ideas and stories in my head. Maybe one day I will get to it.
We know you like to tell stories. There are so many ways to do that. The question is why do you write?
The short answer is release. My mind is usually working and thinking faster than the events around me. I solve problems, so I am constantly picking out variables and running down the lines of what if? Writing helps relieve the stress that causes. I have stories and events that I feel need to be documented. Writing for me can be a frantic stream of consciousness when inspiration strikes. Even in the stumbling of working and pulling to get words out I find gratification. I write because the very nature of who I am is a storyteller, and educator. I write so that I may learn about myself. Each word I write helps define who I am as a person. I write because I examine and study others, they have stories that they may not be aware they are telling, so someone should. I write because there are ideas that will fly away and disappear if I don't capture them on a page. I write as a form of expression. I write to outwardly form identity of self. I write to entertain. I write to create worlds where I am the one in control. I write to see the differences of how the world is versus how I feel it should be. I write to shout out injustice and horrors of people against people. I write because there is a need to be heard when no one is listening. Writing is a form of therapy. Writing is safer than depressants and anti-anxiety meds. Writing is peace.
With that, Thank you, and we’ll see you on “The Other Side of the Page”
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
Ode to Polyhedral Dice
Another entry from class it is all self-explanatory
Ode
to Polyhedral Dice
Bones
Was
your ancient name
You
were the carrier of prophecy
The
messengers of destiny
Speaking
the words
Of
the divine
With
symbols and signs
Offering
hope
Confirming
fear
Through
the mouth of faith
Ivory
and Ebony
Short
breaths
Kisses
at the feet of Lady Luck
You
made paupers, kings
Only
to put them in their place
When
they dared go too far
You
are the tools of the world-makers
The
arbiter of conflict
Multifaceted
and multi-colored like the treasure
You
delegate, the lives you create and destroy
All
for the sake of adventure
And
companionship
Mystery
and superstition
Have
eternally surrounded you
As
if to say
“May
the odds always be in your favor.”
Saturday, February 5, 2022
The Mission
I took a creative writing class a while ago. I have decided that I am going to publish the assignments I had as inspiration to continue writing here.
The
Mission
Having
received the orders, the operative exited the building to execute his
instructions. He leapt into a hood slide
before entering his sleek black vehicle. He knew time was of the essence. The
powerful engine came to life after turning the key in the ignition. Revving the
engine once he threw the car into gear and sped off into the night. Picking up packages was one of the many
services performed for the family. His
mission was important to one of the heads of the family. He drove carefully as not to attract any
undue attention. He checked his rear view mirrors constantly for anyone that may
be following him too close. As the
saying goes “You aren’t being paranoid if they are really after you.” Traffic
was heavy for this time of night, but he switched lanes to edge himself to his
destination faster. He swerved around a
large truck as he arrived at the checkpoint. There he acquired currency, the kind his supplier would accept, hard green cash. Gunning his engine once again he drove out
into the dark streets to make his way to the pick-up point. He took a hard u
turn down a back alley and crossed a parking lot, a shortcut that had never
failed. Turning into mainstream traffic he followed his normal route. He knew
he was getting close when he made the turn at the old church. Moments later he
pulled up in front of the storefront to make the exchange and retrieve the
package. He entered the building quietly as not to draw the attention of the
others and met with his contact. After the usual exchange of challenge and password,
the operative took custody of the package. He gave his contact a brief nod,
then returned to his vehicle securing the package for the return back to
headquarters. The return route had fewer twists and turns making for a shorter
return trip. He came screeching to a
halt in front of his final destination, grabbing the package and exiting his
vehicle. With a chirp on his key fob indicating that his car was secure. He
unlocked the front door. As he entered the house he yelled out “I’m back with
the food, and I got the extra wonton soup. Let’s eat.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
It's been almost three years since my last post and so many things have happened. to be honest I had thought this blog had been deleted because the former links did not work. But here I am, back in school, still at work, still married, still have a daughter, sorry child. The world has changed a lot since my last post. Some of it good. some of it not so good.
Trump is no longer president. Not like he ever did the job to be considered president. It turns out I was right in almost everything I said in my rant when he stole the first election in 2016. We are currently on the tail end of a pandemic, Spent a good year and a half working from home in the basement. Ari has got a guy, and a job. and is back in school as well. Lori is teaching at a High school, tech of course.
Anyway, I am glad to have found this blog again and plan to be writing in it as often as possible
So once again into the breach.