Jul 26 2005

Sowing Wild Grapes (or would those be sour grapes?)

Category: Uncategorizeddryvetyme @ 19:25

“Let me sing for my beloved, my love-song concerning his vineyard: ‘My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill. He dug it and cleared it of stones, and planted it with choice vines; he built a watchtower in the midst of it, and hewed out a wine vat in it; he expected it to yield grapes, but it yielded wild grapes.’ And now, inhabitants of Judah, judge between me and my vineyard. What more was there to do for my vineyard that I have not done in it? When I expected to yield grapes, why did it yiled wild grapes? And now I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard. I will remove its hedge, and it shall be devoured; I will break down its wall, and it shall be trampled down. I will make it a waster; it shall not be pruned or hoed, and it shall be overgrown with briers and thorns; I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain upon it. For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel, and the people of Judah are his pleasant planting; he expected justics, but saw bloodshed; righteousness, but heard a cry.”

Isaiah 5:1-7 (NRSV)
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Jul 20 2005

Scene 3, Part 2

Category: Uncategorizeddryvetyme @ 22:43

[The camera move slowly through the room, at approximate pace of a person walking. Small groups of people (2, 3, and 4 at a time) are seen talking, laughing, smiling, eating, drinking, just hanging out. Some conversations are louder than others, as the case is with a large group of people divided into smaller groups, yet still a communal experience. The camera focuses upon one particularly loud conversation occurring right outside of the kitchen area.]

Don: You’ve got to be kidding me. You actually fit through that door? I don’t believe you. I’m not saying that you’re big or anything, but that’s a small, stinking door!

Jackie: Why would I joke about something like that? Why would I pretend that my whole side is bruised up from cramming myself through that small door because the phone was ringing and I was locked out of my house? Isn’t the whole scenario a bit too far-fetched to have been made up?

Paul: Well, I don’t know what to think. You’re telling me that when you walked outside in your pajamas to get your laptop out of your car, you accidentally closed the door behind you. Then, when you opened the gate to get to your car and see if there was an extra key to the house in there, your dog ran past you and into the woods. Then, as you pondered on how to get back into the house, your mind leapt upon the idea of getting in through the doggy door. THEN, as you started inching your way through the door, your cell phone, which you do lots of business for your job on, started ringing.

Don [picking up on the story]: THEN, as you fling yourself through the doggy door, scraping up your right side, you get to the phone to find out that the number on the caller ID belongs to the guy you have a crush on who your boss happens to be best friends with AND is writing a book with. Do you really expect us to believe that all of this happened to you?

[As he finishes his sentence, another girl joins the group, but she's not quite sure of what's going on.]

Jackie [laughing all the way through their rendition]: Yes! All of this happened to me! [She slightly lifts up the bottom of her t-shirt to reveal a rather purple bruise] Do you really think I wanted to give this to myself just to back up my made-up story? I don’t think so gentlemen….

Haley [with a serious, yet perplexed look on her face]: Hey Jackie, why are you all purple right there? Did someone hit you or something?

Jackie [trying not to smile as Haley asks her the inane question] : No, Haley. Why would you think that I would have been hit?

Haley: I don’t know Jackie. Why else would someone be purple and bruised right there?

Jackie [now trying to suppress a laugh as Don and Paul slink away from where this conversation is going]: Did you hear my story about what happened the other night?

Haley: No. I just heard you three talking loudly and wanted to know what was going on. I was bored with Randy & Mark’s talk about guitars. They tend to talk over my head with stuff.

Jackie: Well, that’s because lots of people tend to…. Never mind. How have you been Haley?

Haley [not really aware that Jackie has just changed subjects]: I’ve been doing well. School keeps me busy and so does work. But, I don’t really work much, just enough to pay for new clothes, shoes, & stuff.

Jackie [sarcastically]: It must be a hard life you lead, with those 12 hours of school, your Mustang, your 12 hours of work, and all that other stuff you do.

Haley [oblivious to the sarcasm]: I know! I keep myself so busy with my dates, my classes, and my salsa dancing practices that I don’t know how I get it all done. It’s like I told my friend Jenny the other day….

[Jackie leans down onto the counter, with her chin in her hand, knowing that she's in for a long talk, unless she gets saved somehow by someone. Haley's voice fades away as the camera begins scanning the gathering again.]


Jul 20 2005

Scene 3, Part 1

Category: Uncategorizeddryvetyme @ 21:16

[The camera is set up at the end of a long dark road, with a sizeable house to the left of it. 3 cars are in the tree-lined street as light aproach in the distance. A car pulls up to the house, stops, & parks. There is shuffling inside the car that can't quite be seen because it's dark.]

[Switching camera angles to where the house is on the right-hand side, the car door opens and Simon exits. Since it's rather dark in the street, you see him shadowed as he starts talking and walking. The camera views him from his right side.]

Simon: Wednesdays at work seem to always go by fairly quickly, mostly because I’m always looking ahead to what will be going on after work. Some people feel that time drags by really slowly when they’re anticipating some event — the whole “a watched pot never boils” kinda thing. However, while I’ve had those slow days on occasion, invariably, my Wednesdays always seem to zip by and it’s a wonderful thing. It truly is.

[As Simon finishes this sentence, he enters decent light stops. We find him standing in the middle of the driveway of the sizeable house, with 4 cars filling all available driveway space. The camera angle views him from the left as he then turns left to face the camera, musing aloud.]

Simon: You see, I have this great group of friends that I meet with every week at this time. What do we do, you might ask. We eat. We talk. We listen. We laugh. We play cards. We listen to music. We watch TV. We hang out. We don’t do anything specific. We just spend time together — no agenda, no plans, no real organization of any kind. We’re just there and it’s such a great experience, living life together like this.

[The camera angle switches to follow Simon from behind as he begins to walk on a sidewalk. The sidewalk makes a right turn and the camera follows. He stops at the large, double wooden doors to the house and turns to face the camera.]

Simon: What makes these people so great? It’s nothing too particular, really. Some people I don’t talk to regularly & some people I talk to constantly. There are some people I see only this one time a week & some people I see at many other times in the week. And then there are the people I have no clue what they’re doing here and some people that I wish I would have known all of my life because of the impact they’ve had on my life. This house is full of all kinds of people, and I don’t know what I’d do without them.

[Simon opens the left hand door and, as the camera begins to follow him, you hear a slight door chime as the door closes behind him.]


Jul 19 2005

The End of All Kinds of Nigh

Category: Uncategorizeddryvetyme @ 19:25

OK. Now, I don’t rather like posting other people’s material. I say that, NOT because I think that only I have something important to say, but because I want to work on my writing and not always rely on the previously blogged or published material of others. Trust me — I read plenty; hence, many of my posts come about through the book(s) that I’ve been reading as well as from the (often turbluent) rumblings in my brain/soul/spirit. But there are times when I just can’t help but reference the work of others, mostly because I think they have something to say and, since they’ve already blogged or published it, I don’t want to rehash their material. Besides, I studied Political Science, History, and Economics in college — I know how easy it is to plagarize and how readily available that temptation can be when constructing papers and theses days & hours before the due date.

((And besides that — look at how many articles in your local newspapers are BORROWED from the AP wire or some other larger newspaper’s own work. If your local paper is anything like my town’s, you think that the only local reporting that goes on deals with wrecks, sports, and cheesy special interest-type pieces. Blah….))

THUS, my thoughts today come courtesy of Jason Boyett and his masterful piece of research and satire entitled Pocket Guide to the Apocalypse: The Official Field Manual for the End of the World. Along with the introduction to the book which I will be (most likely illegally) typing here for your reading enjoyment, I’m also giving you the link to the online posting of Boyett’s First Chapter. Please read both and enjoy. I simply think that this fine gentleman has grasped the spirit in which we all should be regarding the endtimes — with humor, satire, and a healthy dose of “the Church has spent the last 2000 years trying to figure out the end of the world and we haven’t gotten it right YET!!” This guy should be writing pieces for the Wittenberg Door, a great satire magazine that you should all check out. Run, don’t walk, to my right sidebar and the link that I’ve posted to THEIR material. Anyways…. Read on….

Introduction:

Beginning of the End

The End is Near.
Not to get all Chicken Little on you, but global catastrophe is pretty much inevitable. Could be an act of God. Could be a collision with an asteroid. Nuclear holocaust is a familiar candidate, as is global warming. And even if those options fall through, we’re still looking at the spectacular flameout of our sun when it runs out of fuel in five billion years – give or take – at which point it will start swelling up like a flaming cosmic beach ball until it swallows the earth in a spectacular blaze of cataclysmic glory.
So you’d better start getting ready, kids, because the end of the world as we know it could happen this week. It could happen today. It could happen before you even finish this senten….
Still here? Whew. Good thing you’re reading this book.
People are more fascinated with apocalyptic prophecy than ever before. This may be due to the dire events happening around the world on a daily basis, especially in the Middle East. But, more likely, this fascination owes itself to the kajillions who have been waiting with sweaty, trembling hands for each new installment of Left Behind. Which, for those of you living in caves, is the best selling series of apocalyptic novels by Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins. They detail the Rapture (the insta-snatching of faithful Christians into Heaven), the ascension of the Antichrist, and the glorious Second Coming of Jesus. Good stuff. End-times publishing hasn’t been this hot since Hal Lindsey sold 35 million copies of The Late, Great Planet Earth back in the 1970’s.
Want numbers? A Barna Research Group survey in 2001 found that 40 percent of Americans believe that the world will end someday thanks to some sort of “supernatural intervention.” An Associate Press survey released in 1997 revealed that a quarter of American adults expect this “intervention” to involve the return of Christ – and figure they’ll still be around when he shows up. A 2001 Newsweek poll found that 52 percent expected Jesus to come back at some point during the next millennium (between the years 2001 and 3000). And four out of five of those familiar with the Left Behind books said it was possible that the fictional events they describe could happen in real life.
Which is probably why, despite a historical success rate over the past two thousand years of, um, exactly zero, theologians and preachers and delusional cultists still insist on making end-of-the-world predictions. And why biblical prophecy seminars are all the rage amongst conservative Christian churches in the South. And why we continue to see the coming Apocalypse in everything from Y2K to WMD to implantable microchip identification devices (Mark of the Beast alert!). And why everyone – besides Tim LaHaye, of course – is still struggling to understand what the book of Revelation is talking about with all of its horsemen and trumpets and seals and multi-eyed, dragon-headed creatures.
Thank heaven you’ve got your own sweaty, trembling hands wrapped around The Pocket Guide to the Apocalypse. Consider it your personal tour director for the swan song of Old Blue. A jargon decoder. A history professor. An Antichrist identifier. At the least, it may provide some entertaining reading during that blasted Tribulation.
Which is probably right around the corner. Don’t get too comfortable.


Jul 15 2005

Alas….

Category: Uncategorizeddryvetyme @ 20:03

Dang, I’m a slacker….

I have these thoughts, ideas, scenes, conversations running through my head, but I never seem to find a way to actually write them down as often as I need to do so. My friend, So I Go, seems to achieve production (and such deep production it is) on such a regular basis. The problem is that I feel ashamed next to him, as opposed to getting mobilized and motivated. He’s given me good feedback on my material (which should be a sign of some sort), but I find too many other ways to occupy my time at night. I guess I should set up some sort of deadline for myself on a regular basis. I hate looking & feeling like a lard-ass….


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