Bride of Frankenthesis
Since everything is still far too fresh in my mind re the actual Frankenthesis, which was corrected for what I hope is the last time and submitted in an even more correct format to the graduate school finally, I've decided to just go ahead and start the next installment, Bride of Frankenthesis.
This would be the reason for my obsession with dragons, feathers, scales, bone structure and et alia. It's also a good reason to get lost in thought. See, this trilogy thingy was supposed to feature this dude's gradual descent into madness. It started out that way, and it was looking like the first installment would go according to plan, but Frank would have none of it. The story got about 1/3 of the way in, with only minor adjustments, and then it reared back its head and forged onward into new territory that I'd planned on using for far future. Ironically, the setting is actually now the distant past of the story I'd meant to tell.
This leaves me with a quandary. Since part one no longer vaguely reflects its pre-thesis, pre-graduate school counterpart, parts two and three have even fewer resemblences. They are, in effect, stories to themselves, left to be told or not, as the muse takes me. I'm left with a beautiful setup for a whole new story now. Bride of Frank will be very fun, I think, in the slightly vexing kind of way. She's already introduced a character I'd hoped to retain for a good era or two, and there's this love affair that wasn't supposed to happen. But it did. So now I've got to write one hell of a twisted romance into it as well.
Right now, I've restrained myself, and am only drafting plot outlines. I've got a few very important things that *have* to happen. Then there are some things that *ought* to happen. As for the rest, they're perks. If they *get* to happen, I'll be happy. Since I've got several instances of flashing back in Frank, Mrs. Frank can use the same technique once or twice, preferably at the beginning. These can be used to skip around between characters.
One of the biggest problems I've got to tackle is point of view. The entirety of Frank is told from Kirlaun's POV, with the exception of a whole 8 pages of prologue. I can use any old POV for the next prologue, but the rest of it really ought to be from Kirlaun's POV again. But he can't be everywhere, and now there's a whole lot more going on that the reader has to know about. I've got to also fill the reader in on the behind-the-scenes, Kirlaun-didn't-know-about-it stuff that's important, too.
I'm tempted to fragment the story between characters, and treat Frank as Kirlaun's becoming (to borrow a twisted term from Harris's Red Dragon), while Mrs. Frank would be someone else's becoming. Problem is, it's still Kirlaun's story. That hasn't changed. In the end, there's no telling what I'll do, as I found out after writing most of Frank in a style that got dramatically altered at the very end of things. For now, I'm thinking I'll go ahead and fragment it, but keep the pieces more or less in Kirlaun's line of sight. He may get lost staring into the basin of the barrens, for all I know. He'd become the narrator of sorts, though a third person one for most of it, with only occasional drifts into first. Or something.
It'll be fun figuring out all the logistics here.
What'll be more fun is including the actual Rehkmira (not me, but the character whose name I've stolen for this blog) and some of his culture. And levia. I absolutely love the levia, even before I had them as ironed out as I do now.
But that's enough rambling. On to other stuff.
I went to see Pirates Wednesday. It was a good movie, like the first one. I won't give anything away here, since I hate it when that happens to me. But I do have to say that I felt the end was cheapened a bit by one thing, but that overall, it was quite up to par, which is a shock for a sequel. I think, knowing Jack, he'd have done what he did *on his own*, and that he was *made to do it* was the cheapening feature. If you pay attention to his actions there at the end, you can kind of tell that he's ... curious, to use a phrase from the movie. Any more of that train of thought, though, and I'd be ruining it for you guys.
I actually plan to go see it again. I know, I know. But I have to be sure. Also, the theater, as it turns out, is practically in my back yard now. A perk I wasn't aware of when I signed the lease here. And matinee showings are only 5.25. So it really isn't that bad. To top it off, there's next to no one in the theater during matinees, so it's kind of like watching it in your living room on a screen the size of your house. For good movies, that would be worth the extra money. It's practically like renting a movie from a store, only upgraded. And so, so close. Literally within walking distance. 8 streets down and just beyond the Loop. You'd have to start early, but the exercise would be rewarded by a nice long rest, and the coldness of the theater would be rewarded by a nice long walk. I'm thinking next Friday maybe. Not the tomorrow version, but the next week version.
That same day I went to see Pirates, I got my hair cut. I've got a bone to pick with salon folk. I know they're well-trained. That they attend hair conferences and know the latest and greatest. But call me cheap, I just can't afford a 60 dollar trip to get my hair cut. With short hair, you've got to go regularly (or rather, often in 'Mira lingo) and get it trimmed back. Or it looks terrible growing out. I think the typical recommendation is every 6 weeks. Come on. Six weeks from the salon, I've just managed to recover from the bill, and am not in the mood to do it again.
And the goop. What is that? I go to a salon (and here I may be different from every other specimen of my gender) to get my hair cut. I want to come out of the salon looking like myself, with shorter/shaped/trimmed/whatever hair. I do not want to look like I stepped off the pages of a magazine with hair that is *done*. I just want it cut, thank you. If half the time is spent rubbing goop through my hair, blowing it dry, wetting it down, adding more goop, and repeat... then I'm not happy. Plus, you pay for that goop in the end total. I shower in the mornings, rub my hair dry with the towel, brush my hair into shape with my fingers (when I remember), and get dressed. I want it to look/feel/act/BE natural. No goop. I want to leave the salon with the same hair I'll have the next morning. [and ouch! all that styling hurts when they're twisting your hair around on your head!]
Another thing. When I say I want it short in the back and sides, I *mean* I want it short on the sides. Where my hairline ends in the back, that's where the hair should stop. Really. That's what I want. No, I'm afraid that doesn't look as good. And yes, with hair that short on the back and sides, I'm afraid there isn't as much you can do with it, if anything. Tough noodles. I want it no longer than my thumbnail back there. Use the electric razor if you have to.
So. Griping aside, I went to get my hair cut Wednesday. At Supercuts. Yeah. I figured they would do what I wanted, regardless of what it looked like. And if the salon folks are right and it turned out absolutely terrible, I have until mid-August to look decent again, and my hair grows fast when it's short. So I described to the woman what I wanted. No longer than my thumbnail on the sides and back. Longer on top. Bangs no farther down my forehead than here. [point] I'm not concerned that I'll look like a boy. But I do *not* want to look cute. I've got a round face so try to avoid moon-face syndrome. Go for it.
To my surprise and delight, she did just that. When she had finished, she held up the mirror for me to inspect the back. It was currently all that thumbnail length, but did I want her to taper it in the back like she had on the sides. Yes please. Snip, snip, snip. Buzz. Bzzt. Buzz. Snip. How about now. Yes, thank you, I like it very much.
In. Out. 20 dollars. 5 of it was tip. 4 of it was a shampoo. Now, it's a bit shorter on the top than I'd have liked. But with the tiniest bit of goop (pre-owned), it lays like I want. When it's a bit longer, it'll do it on its own. I know, because Pete gave me this kind of hair back home, and I was happy.
And that shampoo was well worth it. I'd have paid 20 dollars for that alone. It was heavenly. She spent about three times as long at it as any salon stylist or barber I've been to. She massaged my entire scalp. I very nearly fell asleep by the time she was done. Also, I got an choice: before the cut or after. So if I'm getting it cut in the morning and don't want to run home for a shower or go through the day with hair on my face, I can get that.
At a rate of 20 dollars a pop, I can afford to get my hair cut three times as often as with the salon. So there won't be as drastic a difference between pre- and post-cut. My students won't flip out because I look incredibly different. It'll just be 'oh, Ms. Mira got a trim.' That's better than 'what the hell happened over the weekend, Ms Mira!?'
Oh well. That's about all that's going on here at the moment. I'll head off to bed then. Got to take a brief shower to wash goop out of the hair. I don't want to goop up my satin pillowcase, now do I?
Take care, all, and g'nite.
Love and Peace
This would be the reason for my obsession with dragons, feathers, scales, bone structure and et alia. It's also a good reason to get lost in thought. See, this trilogy thingy was supposed to feature this dude's gradual descent into madness. It started out that way, and it was looking like the first installment would go according to plan, but Frank would have none of it. The story got about 1/3 of the way in, with only minor adjustments, and then it reared back its head and forged onward into new territory that I'd planned on using for far future. Ironically, the setting is actually now the distant past of the story I'd meant to tell.
This leaves me with a quandary. Since part one no longer vaguely reflects its pre-thesis, pre-graduate school counterpart, parts two and three have even fewer resemblences. They are, in effect, stories to themselves, left to be told or not, as the muse takes me. I'm left with a beautiful setup for a whole new story now. Bride of Frank will be very fun, I think, in the slightly vexing kind of way. She's already introduced a character I'd hoped to retain for a good era or two, and there's this love affair that wasn't supposed to happen. But it did. So now I've got to write one hell of a twisted romance into it as well.
Right now, I've restrained myself, and am only drafting plot outlines. I've got a few very important things that *have* to happen. Then there are some things that *ought* to happen. As for the rest, they're perks. If they *get* to happen, I'll be happy. Since I've got several instances of flashing back in Frank, Mrs. Frank can use the same technique once or twice, preferably at the beginning. These can be used to skip around between characters.
One of the biggest problems I've got to tackle is point of view. The entirety of Frank is told from Kirlaun's POV, with the exception of a whole 8 pages of prologue. I can use any old POV for the next prologue, but the rest of it really ought to be from Kirlaun's POV again. But he can't be everywhere, and now there's a whole lot more going on that the reader has to know about. I've got to also fill the reader in on the behind-the-scenes, Kirlaun-didn't-know-about-it stuff that's important, too.
I'm tempted to fragment the story between characters, and treat Frank as Kirlaun's becoming (to borrow a twisted term from Harris's Red Dragon), while Mrs. Frank would be someone else's becoming. Problem is, it's still Kirlaun's story. That hasn't changed. In the end, there's no telling what I'll do, as I found out after writing most of Frank in a style that got dramatically altered at the very end of things. For now, I'm thinking I'll go ahead and fragment it, but keep the pieces more or less in Kirlaun's line of sight. He may get lost staring into the basin of the barrens, for all I know. He'd become the narrator of sorts, though a third person one for most of it, with only occasional drifts into first. Or something.
It'll be fun figuring out all the logistics here.
What'll be more fun is including the actual Rehkmira (not me, but the character whose name I've stolen for this blog) and some of his culture. And levia. I absolutely love the levia, even before I had them as ironed out as I do now.
But that's enough rambling. On to other stuff.
I went to see Pirates Wednesday. It was a good movie, like the first one. I won't give anything away here, since I hate it when that happens to me. But I do have to say that I felt the end was cheapened a bit by one thing, but that overall, it was quite up to par, which is a shock for a sequel. I think, knowing Jack, he'd have done what he did *on his own*, and that he was *made to do it* was the cheapening feature. If you pay attention to his actions there at the end, you can kind of tell that he's ... curious, to use a phrase from the movie. Any more of that train of thought, though, and I'd be ruining it for you guys.
I actually plan to go see it again. I know, I know. But I have to be sure. Also, the theater, as it turns out, is practically in my back yard now. A perk I wasn't aware of when I signed the lease here. And matinee showings are only 5.25. So it really isn't that bad. To top it off, there's next to no one in the theater during matinees, so it's kind of like watching it in your living room on a screen the size of your house. For good movies, that would be worth the extra money. It's practically like renting a movie from a store, only upgraded. And so, so close. Literally within walking distance. 8 streets down and just beyond the Loop. You'd have to start early, but the exercise would be rewarded by a nice long rest, and the coldness of the theater would be rewarded by a nice long walk. I'm thinking next Friday maybe. Not the tomorrow version, but the next week version.
That same day I went to see Pirates, I got my hair cut. I've got a bone to pick with salon folk. I know they're well-trained. That they attend hair conferences and know the latest and greatest. But call me cheap, I just can't afford a 60 dollar trip to get my hair cut. With short hair, you've got to go regularly (or rather, often in 'Mira lingo) and get it trimmed back. Or it looks terrible growing out. I think the typical recommendation is every 6 weeks. Come on. Six weeks from the salon, I've just managed to recover from the bill, and am not in the mood to do it again.
And the goop. What is that? I go to a salon (and here I may be different from every other specimen of my gender) to get my hair cut. I want to come out of the salon looking like myself, with shorter/shaped/trimmed/whatever hair. I do not want to look like I stepped off the pages of a magazine with hair that is *done*. I just want it cut, thank you. If half the time is spent rubbing goop through my hair, blowing it dry, wetting it down, adding more goop, and repeat... then I'm not happy. Plus, you pay for that goop in the end total. I shower in the mornings, rub my hair dry with the towel, brush my hair into shape with my fingers (when I remember), and get dressed. I want it to look/feel/act/BE natural. No goop. I want to leave the salon with the same hair I'll have the next morning. [and ouch! all that styling hurts when they're twisting your hair around on your head!]
Another thing. When I say I want it short in the back and sides, I *mean* I want it short on the sides. Where my hairline ends in the back, that's where the hair should stop. Really. That's what I want. No, I'm afraid that doesn't look as good. And yes, with hair that short on the back and sides, I'm afraid there isn't as much you can do with it, if anything. Tough noodles. I want it no longer than my thumbnail back there. Use the electric razor if you have to.
So. Griping aside, I went to get my hair cut Wednesday. At Supercuts. Yeah. I figured they would do what I wanted, regardless of what it looked like. And if the salon folks are right and it turned out absolutely terrible, I have until mid-August to look decent again, and my hair grows fast when it's short. So I described to the woman what I wanted. No longer than my thumbnail on the sides and back. Longer on top. Bangs no farther down my forehead than here. [point] I'm not concerned that I'll look like a boy. But I do *not* want to look cute. I've got a round face so try to avoid moon-face syndrome. Go for it.
To my surprise and delight, she did just that. When she had finished, she held up the mirror for me to inspect the back. It was currently all that thumbnail length, but did I want her to taper it in the back like she had on the sides. Yes please. Snip, snip, snip. Buzz. Bzzt. Buzz. Snip. How about now. Yes, thank you, I like it very much.
In. Out. 20 dollars. 5 of it was tip. 4 of it was a shampoo. Now, it's a bit shorter on the top than I'd have liked. But with the tiniest bit of goop (pre-owned), it lays like I want. When it's a bit longer, it'll do it on its own. I know, because Pete gave me this kind of hair back home, and I was happy.
And that shampoo was well worth it. I'd have paid 20 dollars for that alone. It was heavenly. She spent about three times as long at it as any salon stylist or barber I've been to. She massaged my entire scalp. I very nearly fell asleep by the time she was done. Also, I got an choice: before the cut or after. So if I'm getting it cut in the morning and don't want to run home for a shower or go through the day with hair on my face, I can get that.
At a rate of 20 dollars a pop, I can afford to get my hair cut three times as often as with the salon. So there won't be as drastic a difference between pre- and post-cut. My students won't flip out because I look incredibly different. It'll just be 'oh, Ms. Mira got a trim.' That's better than 'what the hell happened over the weekend, Ms Mira!?'
Oh well. That's about all that's going on here at the moment. I'll head off to bed then. Got to take a brief shower to wash goop out of the hair. I don't want to goop up my satin pillowcase, now do I?
Take care, all, and g'nite.
Love and Peace
posted by Rehkmira @ 22:43
1 Comments:
At Friday, July 14, 2006 10:59:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
So, how did you get your hair cut? Like it was a Christmas or like it was several summers back when you went from longggg to very short?sr
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