July 2010
8 posts
Phonemes are Fun! (Try This!)
Phonemes (ph/o/n/e/m/e/s), of (o/v) course (c/ou/r/s/e), being the smallest units of sound that force distinctions in speech. Not the same as syllables, phonemes are individual units of sound that, when combined, are perceived to create a meaningful utterance. When a group of phonemes (or even one, in some cases!) are synthesized, they form a morpheme, which is the smallest unit of semantic...
PokePhilosophy? →
O-k, the title link (found by the fellow over at tinycartidge.com) recounts a player’s experience with a bootleg version of Pokemon titled Pokemon Black. Though probably fake (there are no screens of the game) it details a pretty darn inventive “hack” of the game, one that I would consider closer in spirit to Every Day the Same Dream and pOnd (which I reviewed earlier) than a...
the rain does crazy things
It was already hot when the power went out, so that’s when I really started swearin’ up a storm. I had been watching Key Largo. That Bogey. Kathy was in the middle of her People magazine and so she went to the bathroom with a flashlight to finish it. The sky was like a light those film makers put gels in front of to make it look like fire. Or lightning.
I spent most of the night by the...
Returning the Book: Wilson
Returning the Book is a continuing series in which I’ll be reviewing books that I borrowed from the library, right after I get home from returning them. Though the reviews will be necessarily sloppy (synonym: unencumbered), the viewpoint presented, one no longer in possession of the books he is reviewing, cannot not have interesting, frustrating, and ideal conclusions.
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Aphonia #1
Aphonia is a developing series to give me a break from the more essayistic, responsive posts. It allows me to center my creative impulses around a central but open idea, which is recognition without reinterpretation. These characters have been stricken by something that forces them to write, to describe, to reinterpret, and yet they cannot adequately express what has compelled them. So the thought...
pOnd: A Breath of Fresh Air? →
pOnd: A Breath of Fresh Air?
The old pond,
A frog jumps in:
Plop!
This is but one of the many, many translations of Basho’s famous haiku. I chose it specifically because of the way it sounds, elemental and simple (the third line is an onomatopoeia—brilliant); the way it looks, with the cuts of each action and object creating a comic-panel sense of movement; and the way it represents,...
Why I Love Bad Movies
A classic of Italian dubbing.
B-movies. Bad movies. Boring movies. Bland movies. Below-average movies. Though the ‘B’ stands more as a signifier of rank (normal movies weren’t called ‘A movies’; B-movies had to take action to let it be known they were inferior) than an actual word, the connotations it spurns are fertile and ripe. Barf-inducing movies. Blah movies....
