the holy grail: the story of how I got a Red Bull in glass bottle form (yes, they exist)
June 14, 2016
I Think I Gave Myself a Mullet: A Cautionary Tale
July 1, 2016
SNWP Day Thirteen: This I Believe & Genre Writing
June 29, 2016
In the morning, Ben led us through some "This I Believe" writing (click on image).
I won't share the whole bit I wrote as I plan to use it in my multi-genre project tomorrow.
My foremost purpose in joining the Southern Nevada Writing Project’s Summer Institute+ was to create a writing project, which I could use with refugee students. Because I have never worked with refugee students, I wanted to spend time during the institute learning about them. Initially, I wanted to make my multi-genre project all about refugee students, but I realized that I would be writing as a cultural outsider. As a writer of color myself, I believe that we need more writers of color and indigenous writers. I believe cultural insiders have rich stories to share. As a teacher, I believe that including a student’s culture in instruction enhancing the learning experience. For all these reasons, I envisioned my future refugee students sharing their stories with me. So, instead of making my multi-genre project about refugee students, I decided that I would include pieces that I could show them about myself.
In the afternoon, we went back (for the last time) to the Writer's Block. Derek led us through some science fiction writing using concept art as inspiration. Click on for guiding questions for the activity.
This is what I wrote:
Jacobi looked outside the window of his kitchen and absently stared at the metal rovers moving the bits of metal from the side of the road unto the utility carts. Back and forth they moved in a hypnotic dance. The rovers would spray water on the silver bits with their water guns and steam would rise in tendrils, quickly evaporating. One rover dropped a larger cylindrical piece and startled Jacobi’s reverie.
Although Jacobi made sure that within the walls of his business, no view of the outside was possible, he felt it necessary to include this window in his home accessible. He didn’t want to miss any opportunity to meet his SM even if that SM was a rover.
He took his morning cactus salad back to the bedroom and switched on his reader. He was friends with the Historian, so he’d gotten a few volumes of the history of chivalry. Chivalry was not classified as a psychosis as well. He would gladly be psychotic if it meant he’d meet his SM.
His wall blinked on, and Pan’s fingers appeared.
“Jacobi? Are you decent?”
“If you mean am I clothed, then yes, but otherwise please never call me decent.”
Pan’s brown eyes peaked out between the fingers, and as she sat back her entire face appeared on his wall.
“I wanted to go over today’s appointments.”
Most days this ritual was monotonous, but Jacobi was still hopeful.
“Charles Darwin is booked in for 11am. He requested the Mars room.”
“Did you suggest the gazing sphere?”
“Yeah. He declined. He said he needed to be back to work by 11:30.”
Jacobi had read in one of the histories that gazing into a person’s eyes for 10 minutes could emulate the feeling of falling in love. He’s bought a marbled moon sphere that had been polished to almost translucency. He periodically gave gazing workshops. He usually just had tourists attend, who giggled as the were forced to touch the gazing sphere while staring into each other’s eyes.
“We have two metal rovers at 1pm. And an office group at 3:30.”
“Is that all?”
“Yeah. There’s a mercury shower expected some time today, and that tends to discourage intercourse. Did you hear about the woman who got pregnant during a mercury shower?”