Race for the Cure

Nine years after her cancer treatment, Becky is still running (or trying to, in her case, as she has arthritis) in the Susan G. Coleman race for the cure. This is held every September and though I attended the first couple of them, I still have yet to attend another. I suppose five in the morning is a bit early for me. Still, it's a wonderful race and offers people like myself who have family members and friends who have suffered from cancer (two of them from breast cancer: Sister Sharon and Becky) a chance to support others. My father passed away a couple years back from cancer and it had a profound effect on me. You always think your parents will be there, because... they always have. When one, or both, pass away, it's daunting, euphoric, lonely. this reminds me of something C. S. Lewis said; "I never knew grief felt so much like fear." and although I don't know if I have the quote exactly correct as I'm going by memory, I do recall that book, a grief observed, as being profound. Oh, she got in the LA Times article too.

I love this song by Vast. It's called "touched."

Dr Horrible, a must-see Sci-fi Musical

Lately, I've been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Angel series back to back. (One Buffy, to one angel) and now, a friend popped me on to this website that has a online movie Joss Wheadon, the producer of Buffy and Angel, directed. honestly, this is so hilarious. And moving. Interesting how stories work out that way. His stories always do. He does have the comedies and dramas, but most generally he mixes the two together quite gently. You don't have drama being drowned out by comedy or drama looking stupid because of the comedy. So, anyway. Great story. Great film.

To be Shakespeare or...

I like to write, but I feel as though my writing should be memorable artwork. So I try to write like Shakespeare; I use poetry and prose as much like sword as possible. I get philosophical, theological and sometimes ideological -- though I normally avoid the ladder. However, should I strive to write like Shakespeare or just strive to write ? I struggle with that often. Authors of today, do not write like the poets of yesterday, at least they normally do not.
And I keep thinking to myself, what if I write the next great science fiction novel? Is it possible? Do I have that talent? I sure hope so. I would like for my works be looked at as science-fiction Moby Dick stories. Herman Melville wrote the Great American novel. Moby Dick has come down generation after generation as being one of the most beautiful works of American literature. I can always remember lines from it as being so rich in depth and poetry. My favorite line: "He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it." If anyone could write science fiction like that, to be the Masters of the past: HG Wells, Jules Vern, etc., they would be remembered. Especially that today's science fiction is so related to science and mixed with fantasy. Certainly, authors in the past have looked to the future, but nowadays so much technical information is required in the book to call it science fiction. Does that make it less poetic? Maybe. Maybe not.

Mind over Matters

So many things to do in a day, but no responsibility to do it. I do wish to change that. Writing is one avenue of my life in which I can almost be telepathic. When I watch TV shows and they have telepathy, it always seems like a cheating way to convey a feeling or an idea. Sometimes I wish it was true, though. I wish we had that power over mind just to -- make someone know; make them feel what I feel. Well, it's not going to happen anytime soon, but who knows? anyways. Until then, words are my telepathy. It's one of the reasons I don't choose to learn many other languages. It's so hard conveying what I know in my heart and mind in English. It boggles my tongue when I just tried to get it out. I might as well be slobbering all over this microphone, so learning even more languages has little appeal to me except for the beautiful sounds they make. The heart must push through no matter the method.