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Water Sheds what?

Published March 16, 2016 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I particularly enjoy teaching at a local Catholic School, not just because the kids are well behaved and are held to a level of academic rigor that is not often seen, well, anywhere, but because I do get the chance to experience the school day from a different perspective,

Each class starts with a prayer. The group I have been working with most often says a prayer to St. Michael the Arc Angel.

The last day I taught this group all of the classes  were 22 minutes long, and I did not have a lesson plan. Because I know what happens when you add a group of students on an irregular schedule with no specific plan to a generous scoop of impending Spring Break.  I decided I would introduce the students to some creative writing brainstorming.

I whipped through a quick definition of Watershed moments with examples from  world wide catastrophes and instructed them to think about their own Watershed moment and list five specific things about it.  I gave a few personal examples, like the fact that I’m still mad at Gonzalo Cervantes for something he said about me when I was in the Seventh Grade.  I also illustrated the lesson by speaking about my friend Lamar Wilson

Lamar Wilson and I attended college together, and I didn’t know him well. It was a small department at a small school, so we knew of each other and after we graduated I got to know his unique performance style.Over the last year Lamar has fallen on hard times.

I don’t mean he got a bummer of a performance review or got a flat tire on the freeway. I mean life knocked him down and then spit on him once he was there.  Lamar is definitely too nice of a guy for a fate like that to befall him.

Then Lamar asked his friends for help.

Within hours, several of his friends made contributions to give him a leg back up. This includes me.

Now I’m not much in a position to help many people out, but years ago, when I was in college and going through a dark and difficult time, Lamar said something that I really needed to hear. He said it at a party that I didn’t even attend. I’m fairly certain that a lot of people were helped out by Lamar in a similar way.

He paid me a kindness that he didn’t have to, so I paid him one right back.

My hopes are that he will get blessings a thousandfold back for those he distributed to the world

 

Conspiracy? Coincidence? Calamity?

Published January 15, 2016 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

As I have proclaimed, pontificated and pronounced, I have the short story that begins a series up for sale on Kindle Both Sides. Now, available for a mere ninety nine cents. It begins a story that is part speculative fiction, part YA and part perpetuating conspiracy theory because what am I, an archeologist?

The two protagonists of the series, Casey and Cassidy, live on different planes of existence.   Casey is mostly involved with the Now portions of the story and Cassidy is involved with the Then and the conspiracy portions.

The research for this series is actually kind of fun, because I’m a nerd that way, and even though it is speculative fiction, I can’t just make crap up, although there are many, many writers that do. (I ain’t going to name no names)

The current history bit I am examining is the Titanic. It may seem that particular subject is oversaturated (I couldn’t help it.) with speculation, it seems that particular disaster is one of the major watershed ( I can not be stopped.) moments in our cultural history.

In my research I have become aware that there are many conspiracy theories surrounding the sinking of the Titanic. Just by using that phrase, I have automatically implied that there was a human force behind the disaster.

One of the theories is that the great ship was sunk as an elaborate insurance scheme.

Another or part of the same theory is that the boat that sank was actually a sister ship the Olympic. 

Now the Olympic was in terrible shape, having undergone serious damage and was said that even if fully repaired would be listing to one side. The White Star Line could not  afford to lose the Olympic, especially since they were just finishing the Titanic, so they switched the ships. It was the Olympic that set sail not the Titanic.  The plan was that the captain of the Titanic would wreck the ship and the Californian would save everyone and the White Star Line’s insurance would help them out of the financial problems.  The theory goes on to say the actual Titanic didn’t sink but sailed several times successfully while its sister ship is on the floor of the Atlantic.

I don’t know if this thread will be the one I follow, but I thought it was interesting.  And just enough of a dick move to actually be possible.

I know, I know. It is an excellent use of my education and training to sum all of that up in slang phrase. But it is an accurate way to assess its.

I think we as human beings don’t want to acknowledge that other human beings can do such ridiculous and horrible things to each other, for any reason

I think that’s why we see conspiracy in the calamity.

Or it could just be the fault of the Time Weasels.

 

But what’s the ratio?

Published May 12, 2014 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

The following quote is brought to you by the good people of Wikipedia, so I guess you folk in the intraweb

There’s a sucker born every minute” is a phrase most likely spoken by David Hannum, in criticism of both P. T. Barnum, an American showman of the mid 1800s, and his customers. The phrase is often credited to Barnum himself. It means “Many people are gullible, and we can expect this to continue.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There%27s_a_sucker_born_every_minute

As is this quote

 Andy Warhol, who included the words “In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes” in the program for a 1968 exhibition of his work at the Moderna Museet in StockholmSweden.[1]Photographer Nat Finkelstein claims credit for the expression, stating that he was photographing Warhol in 1966 for a proposed book. A crowd gathered trying to get into the pictures and Warhol supposedly remarked that everyone wants to be famous, to which Finkelstein replied, “Yeah, for about fifteen minutes, Andy.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fifteen_minutes_of_fame

I have also heard that everyone has a story to tell.

I know who I am. I know I am terrible at math, so I can’t really figure out an equation of how many stories need to be told, but I do know that for every person who has fifteen minutes of fame, there will be at least fifteen suckers to fantasize about them.

I have of late, but wherefore know not lost all of my ability to give the teeny tiny furry crack of a rat’s behind about things that are happening around me or to me. I think it’s the painkillers, either that or my dosage needs to be adjusted. I think my not giving a crapesque attitude kept me from freaking out when the Big Boss told me I didn’t get the job but that I will still be employed for at least another month. I did droop a bit, but actually surprised myself by not making the whimper that I know was swirling around in my psyche.  As I have said, It’s beyond me. I know better than to make plans. One of the things that has fallen by the wayside is my focus.  I have to get it back. I have had a number of people (Ok, five, what? five is a number) ask me if I have ever considered writing a memoir. Does my story need to be told? I know at least fifteen people will read it.  Stephen King (All hail the master) says that there are watershed moments in history. Such as the Kennedy Assassination. Webster defines watershed as a moment when important changed happened. I have searched for the origins of this phrase and that perhaps it’s related to the story of Noah or of the great flood that has been recorded in the ancient histories of many areas of the world.

But isn’t every moment in someone’s life a watershed moment. Think about it. Whatever you’re doing right now is changing what you are about to do. Is it going to be a story moment? That’s up to you and the fifteen people to decide.

I was going to write about whatever I recorded, but I left the recorder at home. Blarg.

Did I have less interesting conversations because I knew I wasn’t being recorded? Maybe.  Did it change anything?

So maybe I have something to write about.

But I need fifteen people to tell me.