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Life: The Documentary -- Writer's Poke #115

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Linda and I watched a documentary on a Marla Olmstead, who is either a four-year old painting genius or the unfortunate victim of her father’s fraudulent representation. Director Amir Bar-Lev admits having his doubts about the art’s authenticity, but in the end, he leaves it up for viewers to decide. Admittedly, he suggests that he doesn’t really want to know the truth. He would rather just “believe” the Marla is the creator of the paintings.

Bar-Lev and Marla’s parents also note that the camera alters reality. Marla’s whole personality and approach to art apparently changes with the presence of the camera. This led Linda to observe: “What would a documentary maker capture if they made a documentary about your life?”

It’s an interesting question. I’ve never witnessed a nastier political race than the 2008 Minnesota contest for senator. The Republican candidate tried to brand his opponent, claiming: This 30 seconds represents the essence of the man running against me. Thirty …

Republican Double-Standards??

A friend sent me this. Comments?

I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight.....

1. If you grow up in Hawaii , raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different."

If you grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, it's a quintessential American story.

2. If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.

Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.

3. Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.

Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.

4. If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer,become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate represent…

Palin Name Generator

Sarah Palin actions figures coming to a Walmart near you!


Anyway... here's a cool link to the Palin Name Generator:

http://politsk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah_13.html

My name (Bret Ramon) becomes McCain Fortress

My wife's name (Linda Diane) becomes Luger Otter

My daughter's name (Octavia Hermione) becomes Jeep Pike

Give it a shot. But if you play in the NFL, don't change your name until Reebok has sold all of your jerseys!

http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/It-ll-cost-mucho-dinero-for-Chad-Ochocinco-to-sw?urn=nfl,106605

Killing with Kindness

At least twenty-three people in Indonesia gave up their lives for the equivalent of $4.25.

Can anyone in the U.S. really understand how the rest of the world lives?

http://www.kansascity.com/451/story/797263.html

He's Got Potential -- Writer's Poke #114

For Writers:

Making reference to God, a character in a Sherman Alexie short story quips, “He’s got potential.” In this case, “potential” acts as a noun, and it’s an absolutely brilliant way to describe God.

On one level, it suggests that God has the ability to continue to grow, to develop. How can that be? Can a perfect, omniscient being – and the creator of “everything,” grow? After all, when you’ve done it all, what more is possible?

Another interpretation of “potential” is even more fun, suggesting that God doesn’t yet exist, but could, assuming the conditions were just right. Well, why not? The tiny human brain assumes that everything must have a beginning, and so why should God be any different? Instead of simply assuming that God has always existed, why not accept that God will, perhaps, exist?

Some day.

If the existence of God were linked to how you used your potential, would it change how you lived your life? Why or why not?

“It is the creative potential itself in human beings that…

No Fear -- Writer's Poke #113

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Octavia immediately knew that the bed was her playground. No matter how cranky she might have been, once I place her on the bed, she holds her head up high and offers me her toothless grin.

She doesn't tire of rolling around, and it's much more challenging for me to keep her safe on the Queen-size guest bed than on the King-size master. She recognizes the bed's edge, but not the danger of rolling over it. Nothing in her 11 month-old brain warns her about the potential danger of gravity.

Either that or she knows that I won't let her hit bottom.

What do you fear? Who or what protects you from what you fear most?

"The big lesson in life, baby, is never be scared of anyone or anything." -- Frank Sinatra