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Stargate, Rick Bragg & a ghost’s prisoner

December 16th, 2008, 3:14 pm by Tony

Got a few items of interest that have crossed the transom in the past day or so. Check these out, then come back tomorrow, when I plan to do one of my personal pop culture digest updates (that is, what stuff I’ve been watching, reading, listening to lately of merit).

Robert Carlyle, from The Full Monty and Trainspotting,  will lead the cast of Sci-Fi Channel’s new Stargate spinoff, Stargate: Universe, starting in 2009.  The current  version of Stargate is ending soon. I just got the preview screener for episode 100, which is the last ep of the series. I’ll let you know what I think soon.

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Rick Bragg has been named the 2009 recipient of the Harper Lee Award for Alabama’s Distinguished Writer of the Year, according to a news release from the Alabama Writers’ Forum.  Bragg, whose “Ava’s Man” is still a favorite of mine, will receive the award at the Alabama Writers Symposium in Monroeville (where my Dad lives now) on May 1 at the annual luncheon.

Here are some notes from the news release: Bragg is the best selling and critically acclaimed author of Southern non-fiction, including a trio of books on his Calhoun County (Ala.) family that have become anthems of working-class Americans—“All Over but the Shoutin’” (Pantheon, 1998), “Ava’s Man” (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001) and “The Prince of Frogtown” (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008).  The books, award winners in both literary and audio circles, track one family’s conflicts and triumphs across a century of whiskey making, deprivation, fist fights, knife fights and human kindness. The story of his mother’s sacrifices in raising him and his brothers in 1960s Alabama, “All Over But the Shoutin’” is one of the most often read books in community and college-wide reads.

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Got this one (filed under “This Bizarre World”) from Warren Ellis: A burglar was trapped for days in a house by a ghostly force, and only escaped when the owners returned to find him hungry and dehydrated. MSNBC reported it here.

Peace.

Where I am

December 10th, 2008, 3:04 pm by Tony

The digital world is becoming more and more integrated into every element of daily living, at least that’s what I’ve seen happening to me. I’m all over the place as a result.

Obviously, I’m here in this blog you’re reading, which is this address.

My personal web site tells you about my fiction activities and links to info about books, a sample chapter of my first novel, and other fun stuff.

I twitter and tweet here throughout the day as I’m able.

I have an ongoing daily fiction experiment here. This is my profile there. I’m counting down 366 days, and sometime tonight will post number 235. I plan to start a new serial there before the new year. So far, I’ve written a gob of flash fiction, haiku, and the occasional personal update in addition to a serial called “The Traveler” that’s about to wind up.

I have a Live Journal account, but rarely visit there. Likewise, a Xanga account that I can’t even recall how to access.

You can find me on MySpace here. And you can find me on Facebook somewhere, but I haven’t figured out where to find the URL. Of the two, I prefer MySpace, and I’m more likely to update photos and other info there.

I’m pretty sure this isn’t all, either. It’s just what I can think of so far.

Where are you?

Christmas content and music

December 8th, 2008, 10:01 am by Tony

Find all of our Christmas content - stories, videos, music, contests, and photo galleries - in one place, right here.

See and hear the Bay High School choir sings ‘Carol of the Bells’ in this home video:

And don’t miss News Herald associate Joe Grimes kicking off the karaoke at the office Christmas party on Saturday in this video:

Here are some shots from the News Herald office Christmas party:

Give thanks daily

November 26th, 2008, 1:28 pm by Tony

In the spirit of this holiday weekend, and in an effort to remind myself that life could be much worse, I’ve compiled this list of things for which I am thankful. It’s something I try to do daily, because it’s so easy to get caught up in the stresses and distresses of this life.

Feel free to go to my blog at newsherald.com and share your own list (or refine or refute mine). In a mostly random order, I’m thankful for:

- My family, their health, their support, love, quirky sense of humor, intelligence, creativity and patience. Also, their eclectic taste in music, and their willingness to overlook my personality defects.
- Friends (you know who you are), some of whom are also honorary family (and you know who you are, too). They say you can’t pick your family, but I’ve found that sometimes your family picks you.
- Hugs.
- Hot cocoa. Ice-cold Coca-Cola. (But not at the same time.)
- Cool evenings. Warm memories that fill you with more smiles than tears.
- Potato soup. Wood fireplaces.
- Artificial Christmas trees (we have it up a long time, and at least the fireplace won’t dry it out before Christmas). Hallmark ornaments. The Partridge Family Christmas album (and not just because it makes my daughter squirm and cover her ears).
- Readers.
- Forgiveness. Honesty. People who smile freely and mean it.
- The new Bay County Public Library. The city walking tracks.
- Our political process, as uncomfortable and dysfunctional as it may be, and the freedoms we enjoy.
- Relatively cheap gasoline, for as long as that lasts. Reliable cars to burn that gas.
- The Internet (it’s changing the way we live and work and play, and if you don’t believe that, then send me an e-mail or comment my blog to argue otherwise).
- DVR.
- Helpful college personnel (Hi, Linda!), who seem to be in greater supply in this area than in others. Courteous drivers, the supply of whom seems to be decreasing.
- Clean air and clean water.
- The fact that we still have a lively local art scene despite the current economy.
- Knowing that I was able to tell the ones who will be absent this holiday (and for all the time to come) how important they are to me before they left us. That’s another thing we should do daily: Tell the ones you love how you feel and that you’re glad they’re in your life.

Peace.

Cracker in the Kitchen

November 24th, 2008, 8:38 am by Tony

From the Sunday “Lifestyle” page:

Author and Marianna native Janis Owens stirs up memories

Author Janis Owens calls herself the cheapest Cracker on earth.

And that’s saying a lot,” she adds.

Born in Marianna in 1960 and raised the last child and only daughter of a biscuit-cooking mama and an Assembly of God preacher-turnedinsurance “policy man,” Owens noted in her blog that the scriptural admonition “the last shall be first” never seemed to apply in the church homecoming food line.

“As Pentecostals, we were denied much fleshly pleasure,” she said. “What we missed in terms of lasciviousness, we made up for in fried chicken.”


Owens is best known for her series of novels, “My Brother Michael,” “Myra Sims” and “The Schooling of Claybird Cats,” intertwined stories of family tragedy and redemption set in a North-Florida town. Her latest book, “The Cracker Kitchen,” will be published in February 2009 (it’s available for pre-order online) and focuses on a delightful collection of old family recipes and the sorts of stories Southerners tell around the table for Sunday dinners or out on the porch swing afterwards.


“It’s a memoir cookbook,” she said. “It’s taking a walk down a nostalgic road with me.”


Owens currently lives in Marion County on enough property that she can take her dogs for a morning stroll while still in her nightgown. (Although, after
the temperature dropped recently, she took to afternoon walks in significantly more layers.)


“If you live in town, don’t be too envious,” she said in an online post. “Believe me, I pay plenty of property taxes for the right to walk around outside in my nightclothes.”


Owens will participate in BooksAlive! 2009 at Gulf Coast Community College in Panama City on Feb. 6 and 7, where “The Cracker Kitchen” will premier. She also will be at the Chautauqua Center in DeFuniak Springs Jan. 29-31.

Puzzled up North

Her thoughtfulness and her lovely and often hilarious turns of phrase have made her a favorite of the book tour crowds on both sides of the Mason-Dixon, to whom she has sometimes described herself as a “Southerner of the Cracker persuasion.” The term amused her audiences, but she found they had very different reasons for laughing, depending on their geographical origins.


“Cracker” was especially looked down on in the North.


“They found the word depreciating and naïve, and inevitably, someone would ask why I’d so proudly associate myself with a word that had such a loaded historic connotation,” she said in her biographical note.

“To them, it was clear that Cracker equaled ignorant, racist, toothless and base. To me, it meant a whole different thing, and in time, re-educating my audience over the roots and true heritage of the word became an interesting sideline.”


Webster’s dictionary notes the disparity. It variously defines a “Cracker” as a contemptuous term for “poor white,” and as a humorous usage identifying a person born or living in Florida or Georgia.


“People had such a visceral response” to the term, she said.


As Owens explains it, Cracker culture is a about rugged individualism, love of family, and really good cornbread. The term has been in use since Elizabethan England, when it meant “braggart.” In Colonial America, a term used for poor people was “corn cracker,”
as they ate only cheap corn. In the South, some say it came from the noise of whips cracking as pioneers chased scrub cattle through the palmetto flats.


Yesterday’s Cracker was the underclass of working poor, living simple lives centered on family, church and an oral tradition full of funny stories about family and church. Stories most often shared as they passed food around the table.


Cultural cooking

Over time, her association with the term landed Owens an invitation to speak at a Cracker symposium in Fernandina with two state experts: Ron Haase, whom she calls the father of neo-Cracker architecture, and Dana Ste. Claire, author of “Cracker Culture in Florida History.”


“It made for a merry meeting, and at the end of the program, Dana told me I had to record some of my family stories and write a cookbook, because as the state expert, there were three things Crackers were deadly serious about: food and laughter and food,” she said.


Owens said she wrote “The Cracker Kitchen” without breaking a sweat, linking old family recipes with plenty of stories and history. Being a regular blogger got her “in the groove,” she said, for telling short personal tales, which she had already been incorporating into her speaking engagements.


“I had no idea I’d ever publish it,” she said. “Every recipe I wrote down had a story, the kind of story you’d tell sitting on the porch with your cousins. … (The book) is my love letter to them, my Valentine for them.”

It was the editing process that got her goat.


“If you’re ever edited a cookbook, you know that it isn’t a job for the faint of heart,” Owens said. “I spent months clarifying whether a recipe required sea salt or regular salt, sweet butter or salted. I have never agonized so much over the merits of sweet onion (as opposed to yellow onion) my entire life.”


Owens said some of the recipes were included for their historical value: She never has actually trapped and eaten an armadillo, for instance. And though she couldn’t point to a favorite recipe in her book, she confessed a soft spot for tomato gravy (which seems to be a West Florida phenomenon, she added) and a love for fried chicken.


“I really could just eat fried chicken every day of my life,” she said. “Especially Mama’s recipe.”

There’s still hope …

November 17th, 2008, 7:46 am by Tony

if trying to cope /with a misanthrope:

The greatest challenge in producing Moliere’s “The Misanthrope” at Gulf Coast Community College, said director Jason Blanks, had nothing to do with the elaborate costuming or the historical accuracy of the setting.

It wasn’t even the usual challenge the leading actors face of learning a vast number of lines.

“One of the unique challenges of doing Moliere or any of the classic French comedies is it’s done in rhymed couplets,” Blanks said. “The challenge is to make sure that it doesn’t sound like an elaborately costumed Dr. Seuss book.”

Webster defines “misanthrope” as a person who hates or distrusts all people. In Dr. Seuss terms, he’d be something of a Grinch — cuddly as a cactus, charming as an eel.

The show opened Friday, and has a matinee performance today at 2:30 p.m. Encores will be Nov. 21 and 22 at 7:30 p.m. and next Sunday at 2:30 p.m. Tickets are $10 for adults, $5 for kids under 18; GCCC students, faculty and staff get free admission with a college ID.

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In this play, the titular character (played by Nathan Simmons, who may want to start worrying about being typecast) is blinded by his infatuation with a flirtatious woman (Allison Fleckenstein) who embodies all the qualities that he dislikes in other people.

(Personal note: Don’t mistake this column for an unbiased examination of the production. I know most of the young men and women involved, and I contributed to the procreation of one of them. Having said that, what I saw of dress rehearsal on Wednesday was pretty darn funny.)

“You have to make it sound normal — normalized speech — but also there are points where accentuating the rhyme scheme actually makes it funnier,” Jason said. “So it’s skating the fine line between normal speech and heightened rhyming speech.”

The misanthrope in question engages in wordplay throughout the show, sometimes mimicking the delivery of his intended’s other suitors. Compared to those fops, he’s a bad banana with a greasy black peel.

Certainly, the style won’t work for everyone, but you shouldn’t mistake it for Shakespeare: There’s no iambic pentameter, the scenes are more madcap romantic/comedy style than that, and the rhymes come fast and furious, often disguised in the witty dialogue. Part of the fun is seeing what words will be matched and how they’ll be played.

That, and seeing if the misanthrope’s heart grows three sizes that day.

Peace.

Halloween ends too soon

November 7th, 2008, 1:17 pm by Tony

It all passed too quickly, and the music didn’t linger.

In the Hammocks neighborhood, the music of the night was the giggling of costumed children who spent the early evening hours of All Hallows Eve rushing house to house and filling bags, pillowcases and boxes with treats. Hannah Montana was as ubiquitous as the many clones of Batman and Spider-Man, and some put more effort than others into their presentation.

More than a few of the goodie bags extended on this evening were grasped by children wearing no costume at all to cover their street clothes. But their lack of effort just made the imaginative one stand out all the more, like the child dressed as a mouse in a trap, or the little turtle who paused to model her head gear and berate me for rushing her before speeding along the sidewalk to the next house.

Before we knew it, the streets were empty. The ghouls had gone home to nurse stomachs packed too full of sweets. Porch lights all around were extinguished.

Later that night, in a house near downtown Panama City, the music was delta blues, but it carried an eerie edge, almost the whine of a theremin, like you’d hear in a 1950s sci-fi film. The keening moan came from a saw wedged between the knees of artist Heather Clements, who flexed the metal and excited it with a bow.

She accompanied guitarist and singer Slim Fatz, who worked the strings of a box guitar and sang the blues.
The location was the UnReal Artists Gallery, 839 Oak Ave., which was hosting an after-hours Halloween “Spooktacular.”

Host and owner Paulette Perlman encouraged guests to take a candle and wander through the darkened back rooms of the house on a self-guided art tour. They moved carefully, studying walls adorned with art — paintings, collections of objects, photographs, and a room decorated with ghosts and spider webs. Some held their candles perilously close to the work to pick out details.

Outside, in the “outdoor house,” the air was cool and clear. Though people milled and mingled, nothing went bump in the night.

Before we knew it, morning broke with Christmas music in the retail stores and on the radio. Jingle bells rang as crumpled Jack O’Lanterns dropped into garbage cans and candy wrappers got scooped off the floor. The sudden change was jarring, but then I had a flash of Jack Skellington in his Santa suit, and realized everything was going to be OK.

Peace.

Never gonna let you down

November 4th, 2008, 1:14 pm by Tony

I don’t care who you are, this is funny.

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Been a while, so …

October 21st, 2008, 12:54 pm by Tony

… here’s what I’ve been doing to fill time lately. What’ve you read/seen/heard/done?

Buying graphic novels at the Goodwill store: The Spirit, Daredevil, Ultimate Xmen, Superman/Batman.

Watching episodes of Space:1999 on DVD.

DVR shows: Chuck, Fringe, Life, Life on Mars (not as good as the original British series, but enjoyable), Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, My Own Worst Enemy, Primeval, Sanctuary, Stargate Atlantis. That’s right, I never sleep.

Listening to: Various mix CDs, Matchbox 20, Bush, Garbage (going through a 90s phase, apparently).

Checking out graphic novels from the Bay County Library: Hellboy: Weird Tales, Nick Fury: Agent of SHIELD, Fables: 1001 Nights of Snowfall.

I’ve been playing a couple of video games to the point of obsession: Peggle Nights and Zuma. Don’t try them or you too will be hooked.

And finally, I’ve been doing an obscene amount of writing. I post daily short stories or poems or thoughts here.

Fame Fleeting …

October 20th, 2008, 7:57 am by Tony

… for shooting Andy Warhol

Despite (or perhaps because of) his professed superficiality, Andy Warhol would have appreciated the irony and even might have been amused by the artistic value of the stunt.
It happened one evening last month at the Gallery Above. Local artist Matty Jankowski arranged to have three young women (Tabitha, Mary and Amanda) show up to act as
models, and he supplied his own piece of artwork a portrait of, Warhol printed on a discarded muffler and mounted on a bedpost, to serve as the centerpiece.
His concept: “Shooting Andy Warhol.”

(Click here to see a photo gallery from the event.)

(Click here to see VIDEO of the event.)

Matty started by giving the audience a history lesson via published reports and essays, bringing them up to speed on Warhol’s philosophies of art, death, time and reality. Tabitha sat with a wood-handled revolver in her lap and read aloud the tale of how Warhol got plugged in the chest by an unbalanced and marginal member of his Factory scene one day in June 1968.
Then the virtual carnage began. Toting real guns, the models took turns aiming at the muffler, at each other, and at random points overhead and all around. They also traded off posing with an antique Polaroid, shooting each other shooting “Andy,” and in turn being shot by Matty and any other person holding a camera or using a cell phone camera.

Electronic flashes whirred and snapped. Hammers click-clickclicked as the triggers tripped. This continued in fitful starts and stops for a quarter-hour, reflecting Warhol’s famous pronouncement that, in the future, everyone would be famous for 15 minutes.
The audience was encouraged to participate further by writing about their experiences in a book Matty passed around. Some wrote notes or quick poems or sketches. I attached a short story I had read earlier in the evening.
The “shooting” spree was part of last month’s Open Mic Night, which next occurs from 7-9 p.m. Wednesday, Oct. 29. The Gallery Above is at 563 Harrison Ave. For details, visit galleryabove.com
As a photographer attempting to capture the other photographers as they stalked the models that night, I became acutely aware of the
audience, one step farther removed from the action, observing even me. It spun an already surreal happening into the realm of the absurd.
I had the experience of existing outside myself for a few strange minutes, and I think Andy could have sympathized.
Peace.

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