Non-Essay Essay - Comp - Where I Live (revised)
This was also constrained to 2 pages. The assignment was to explain where one lived in an essay that did not look like an essay.
Where I Live.
From: Rod Landreth {scrwtape@sunflower.com}
To: Mark Stinson {mark.stinson@gmail.com}
Date: Feb 03, 2008 11:50 PM
Subject Re: Re: Salutations!
Mark, I know we haven’t been corresponding long, but you asked some interesting questions in your last post. I hope I’ll be able to answer a few of them in this email.
When you looked over my profile on my Livejournal {scrwtape.livejournal.com} you expressed fascination at all my various “geeky” interests. These “trappings” fuel my imagination. I think I spend most of my life in places far, far away.
Some of my earliest memories of my toys reveal my active inner life. I don’t mean with them in my hand going “vroom” or “whoosh,” but as them being something greater, more alive. For instance, I had a pet shark (hey, dinosaurs fascinated some kids. I jumped past them to carcharodon megalodon {en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megalodon}, twas the time of Jaws and I was confronting my fears by understanding them) that I got on a trip to the Florida (that and a pair of orange mouse-ears were about the only good about *that* trip). “Sharky” told me about life under the sea, and many of its creatures. It was like I had my own animated plush ocean encyclopedia with a fondness for subtle grim references.
Yeah, I know I sound a bit barmy. Gary, a childhood imaginary friend, warned me not to tell people where he lived or he and those realms might be made to go away. What a horrible fate, doomed to a gray lifeless world that I could never overcome or interact with because I’m just plain old me.
Over there I feel more real and more … myself.
• I’m the Jedi during Vader’s pogrom still striving to live up to the Jedi code.
• I’m the Incarnate of this Plane’s magic. Keeping the balances right and making sure nothing from places Man-Should-Not-Know oozes their reality-bending taint into ours.
• I’m a starship captain who with his valiant crew fights off an enigmatic race bent on consuming humanity.
• I’m the scion of an ancient fallen Seraph fighting the denizens of the Hells with unique abilities and two celestial shards in the form of Kukri’s.
• I’m a young stoner sorcerer pulled into a Fiendish Shallowing, protected by a Jock who was his enemy and now Bonded somehow to him.
These and more are where my spare time goes. I learn from them, and I think they shape me far more than this mundane place called Reality.
Sure, I know these are just coping mechanisms in this mean old world (you get physically abused for 13 years of your life and you can’t help it {shrug}) but I resolve many of my “difficulties” through these realms. Things here manifest themselves in fantastic but still confrontable forms over there. Unlike here, where one cannot slay the bank, vanquish the despot of a boss, or topple the evil empire.
Now do you see why I got all this weird interests?
This one is ok, more interesting than really tackling anything. I enjoyed revising things.
I want to thank rdherman for her *excellent* advice.
Where I Live.
From: Rod Landreth {scrwtape@sunflower.com}
To: Mark Stinson {mark.stinson@gmail.com}
Date: Feb 03, 2008 11:50 PM
Subject Re: Re: Salutations!
Mark, I know we haven’t been corresponding long, but you asked some interesting questions in your last post. I hope I’ll be able to answer a few of them in this email.
When you looked over my profile on my Livejournal {scrwtape.livejournal.com} you expressed fascination at all my various “geeky” interests. These “trappings” fuel my imagination. I think I spend most of my life in places far, far away.
Some of my earliest memories of my toys reveal my active inner life. I don’t mean with them in my hand going “vroom” or “whoosh,” but as them being something greater, more alive. For instance, I had a pet shark (hey, dinosaurs fascinated some kids. I jumped past them to carcharodon megalodon {en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megalodon}, twas the time of Jaws and I was confronting my fears by understanding them) that I got on a trip to the Florida (that and a pair of orange mouse-ears were about the only good about *that* trip). “Sharky” told me about life under the sea, and many of its creatures. It was like I had my own animated plush ocean encyclopedia with a fondness for subtle grim references.
Yeah, I know I sound a bit barmy. Gary, a childhood imaginary friend, warned me not to tell people where he lived or he and those realms might be made to go away. What a horrible fate, doomed to a gray lifeless world that I could never overcome or interact with because I’m just plain old me.
Over there I feel more real and more … myself.
• I’m the Jedi during Vader’s pogrom still striving to live up to the Jedi code.
• I’m the Incarnate of this Plane’s magic. Keeping the balances right and making sure nothing from places Man-Should-Not-Know oozes their reality-bending taint into ours.
• I’m a starship captain who with his valiant crew fights off an enigmatic race bent on consuming humanity.
• I’m the scion of an ancient fallen Seraph fighting the denizens of the Hells with unique abilities and two celestial shards in the form of Kukri’s.
• I’m a young stoner sorcerer pulled into a Fiendish Shallowing, protected by a Jock who was his enemy and now Bonded somehow to him.
These and more are where my spare time goes. I learn from them, and I think they shape me far more than this mundane place called Reality.
Sure, I know these are just coping mechanisms in this mean old world (you get physically abused for 13 years of your life and you can’t help it {shrug}) but I resolve many of my “difficulties” through these realms. Things here manifest themselves in fantastic but still confrontable forms over there. Unlike here, where one cannot slay the bank, vanquish the despot of a boss, or topple the evil empire.
Now do you see why I got all this weird interests?
This one is ok, more interesting than really tackling anything. I enjoyed revising things.
I want to thank rdherman for her *excellent* advice.