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1/4/2007

Almost a hat trick

File under... The Miseducation of Mylo — mylo @ 1:17 am
Subject Course Campus Level Title Grade Credit Hours Quality Points Start and End Dates R CEU Contact Hours
NCOM 3016 New York City UG Video Game Culture A

3.000

12.00

NWRW 3338 New York City UG Intermediate Fiction B+

3.000

9.90

NWRW 4325 New York City UG Realizing Your Novel A

3.000

12.00

Next semester, some grammar, some character building (fictional), and some photography. At least my GPA is pretty good right now.



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10/31/2006

One down, four to go

File under... The Miseducation of Mylo, On Writing — mylo @ 1:45 am

Last night I dreamt of a snail crawling the edge of a razor bladeOn my workshops I have about five this semester, as opposed to two last semester.

I completed work on one of them tonight, it’s from something I lovingly call project kurtz. There is a real title though, but I am not going to disclose it at this time.

So I figured why let my semester friends get all the fun ripping into me, next page is a small sample of the copy I consider “readable

Looking at the Brando pic he does look like a fucked up clown, doesn’t he?

I hate clowns, I hate them more than Staten Island, Queens (the boro), Furries, script kiddies, cosplayers, LiveJournalists, and teenagers combined.

Anyway, two quick things.

  1. It’s still pretty rough in the way of language.
  2. I am well aware I put myself in. There are real reasons, since this is partially based on a true story that I was a party of I felt like I had the right. The other reason is that I feel it gives me a closer connection to the story, which really does help a bit. I’m probably going to take me out when I have the second draft completed.


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10/27/2006

Fist fighting Hemingway

File under... The Miseducation of Mylo — mylo @ 1:09 am

I’ve been disillusioned about my education lately if anyone that asks me about school noticed by now.

I understand that I’m in a good school, and I’m lucky that I was accepted. I also am thankful that I can finish my education that lots of people can’t do. I also understand that my writing has been getting better (I think), and I’m learning discipline.

But however there is a rub; workshops. I really hate them. In New School workshops there seem to be several genres.

  1. Old people (60+) who write stuff for old people, that it thinks it appeals to a younger gen.
  2. Younger writers, who really jerk off about being writers. They consider themselves to be tastemakers in 21st century literature. They are willing to use a high level extremely formal language to convey potty humor.
  3. Please note both assholes are in cahoots with each other, and will suck up to the teacher up to the point they both have a recent reminder of what semen tastes like.

  4. Tortured artists, these guys want to stab the english language in the face for some slight suffered years ago.
  5. Creepy guys, these guys write the weirdest shit. Not the weird kind that makes you think, the weird kind that makes you look over your shoulder when you leave class.
  6. Chick-Lits, they write chick-lit (duh). They are the lowest of the low, they may have some descent skills but their subject matter often makes you want to bomb a women’s shelter out of spite. (Girl goes on vacation/takes a job far away/Is a pampered housewife, cheats on nice boyfriend/husband, woman is now empowered) They often cry at each others work, and turns a class into a group therapy session.
  7. Freak, this is where I fall in. He’s often quiet (depends from class to class), topic matters varies wildly, and they write pretty descent stuff. They look fondly at the days when writers were violent alcoholics, drug addicts, perverts and proud of it. Hemingway, Kerouac, and F. Scott Fitzgerald are heroes to these guys.

What would Jack do here?If you take these about two or three a semester for two years, you get really sick of these people (yes including my group)

But it wasn’t until recently something clicked, and my mild annoyance turned to loathe. I’m working on a project, and it’s a really good one. I love working on it, and my mind isn’t too far away from it at all times.

It like all undertakings take time, and concentration. In fact I dare say I CANNOT have any interaction with assholes that ask “why did the fireman have a helmet?” because it will sour my work.

So I was getting pissed that I was reading their material, and editing it instead of working on MY WORK OF ARTISTIC BRILLANCE AND INTEGRITY!!!!

Finally it’s my turn to present, and here it was the final nail in the coffin. I’m re-editing my work, my precious vision to impress the lowest common denominator; the workshop people.
I swear though, this time I’m wearing earplugs and their comments go straight into the shredder.

I believe in the Cropsey.



10/22/2006

And I didn’t pay 600 a credit for this crap

File under... The Miseducation of Mylo — mylo @ 5:21 pm

As I was working on a midterm today I recieved an email from one of the people that go to my class.

I won’t be continuing the class. I tried to communicate with the teacher after the last class I attended and he sent me back a nasty tirade that was more of a personal attack then anything bordering on constructive or encouraging criticism. Since he seems to have no respect for my ability as a writer, and I have very little respect for someone who thinks they know everything, I cannot subject myself to his class anymore. He also seemed to feel that I should be grateful that he was taking the time to answer me, because it was taking his time away from his “pressing doctorate thesis deadline.” As I write this I remember that several people in the class reported having bad experiences with previous workshops, so I am obviously not the first person to feel cheated out of the money spent on tuition. I enrolled because my previous workshops helped me and motivated me. I did not enroll to allow some twerp to abuse me verbally. I regret that I won’t be able to read more of the writing from the class, it was good to meet you all.

Oooh Kay? Whatever right, I can careless I have my own issues to worry about.

Then I get this email from the teacher.

More information than most of you probably want, but in the effort to be fair, I am forwarding along the response Randi refers to (her question(s) are below that–I could be mistaken that they are the same things she asked and said in class.) Please do not feel that you have to read this. There won’t be a “quiz.”
I don’t know if I’ve conveyed this or not–because I don’t think I know everything–outside of being a “twerp”–but I am of course concerned about how the class is going for any and all of you and want it to be a good experience. For all of us. That’s why I do try to get there a little early and hang around a little afterwards. You should all feel free to check in with me.

see you all next week (except for Richard and Chin-Sun–thanks to both of you for checking in with the class).
–Douglas

With this forwarded message
Begin forwarded message:

From: Teacher
Date: October 13, 2006 3:53:28 PM EDT
To: Randy
Subject: Re: last night’s class

Randy–

The majority of what was covered last night applies whether or not she was ugly before or different; what the issue is is beside the point that the issue is not on the page–it might be that it now is in the other pages that you’ve workshopped, I don’t know; I am sorry that the class defaulted to this so much, but it is partly a reaction to you not taking it in, obviously–and the mixed messages you are sending–it isn’t that important, it’s what the book is about (her appearance changing, not whether or not she was “different” before or “ugly”; she is something now, and I’m not getting a sense of what it means to her, the main character: I see her daughter react to that and I see her have sex; in the scene with her daughter, the dialogue needs work, particularly with the daughter, and most strongly the moments I’ve <>‘d; I see no one at the table, I don’t see the table, I don’t see the dining room or wherever they eat; the one and only one realist detail is Gabe eating chicken that has more of a quality than anyone here has bodies. And never has faces. (and realism is what you are writing and certainly what I make out to be your aims in what you are writing and the way you approach writing from what you’ve contributed to class on other students’ writing; go look at the work of any writer you like and find a scene over a meal and track how much information is given out side of the words said–that would be one suggestion, like you ask for)

I don’t see one expression on anyone’s face, let alone what that face looks like–ideally, at some strategic point(s) what that face looks like now compared to what it used to look like; when I talked about all this it was not about–and was and still is–a moot point whether the new face, the pretty face from the facelift (you’ve still not even said here, where you are explaining yourself, and to me how the world of appearance and egos operates, which I again take great offense to, what exactly she’s had done to her exactly, if it is her nose, if it is her eyes, a combination or what–please do not write back and tell me; that is not going to change that the writing needs work, to know it from your mouth; this is something the writing needs to be conveying despite how it is like in the real world or what people get done in the real world or think in the real world all the time; your job as writer is to make the reader you think is not understanding or getting it understand or get it–it is not the reader’s fault that they’ve not experienced the issue or some version of the issue first hand; that’s why we are reading the book, many of us, to understand things we haven’t personally experienced.

There are technical problems outside of the theme or the issue of the face; the writing is weak in the dinner scene. It gets better when she comes downstairs. It gets better when she meets him and goes home with him, though nothing makes her really read like an older woman and she seems to not be considering her age–you see, I’ve left the one thing and moved onto the other important issue that you’ve marked out below that you aren’t really letting the writing show, either–outside of one joke about the Oedipus Complex.

The sex scene is written in an idealized way at best, at worst, like soft-core porn; it does not read like a fully drawn character entering into a loaded issue for her. I will repeat myself yet again, this time putting aside any issues of what her face looks like; this has nothing to do with different or ugly or pretty now. You need to make it believable (a word you use in class and seem to value for writing) that this is the first time she is cheating on her husband. I talked about some of those ways last night. The class contributed there own thoughts about how it was weak and how it could begin to play more effectively or make more sense to them.

My sense is that the classes you are in are getting caught up on the premise because you are emphasizing it so much outside of the writing but it is not factoring into any EMOTIONAL CORES or PHYSICAL DETAILS, both of which you should be striving for more of, into the writing; it doesn’t matter–again, I will repeat, more strongly, in a slightly different way, something I am repeatedly having to emphasize in this class–what you’ve done with it on other pages or how many pages before–you don’t get a break now for however many number of pages of fully dealing with, rounding, the issue(s) of your book.
The way I see it working here, the “premise,” is almost exclusively as that; it remains too much of something were are supposed to understand the way you want us to understand before we read what we reading rather than writing in a way that what we are reading continues to provide subtext to the emotional issue(s) at hand. You need to maybe think about how to write so that your premise you really get into and explore.
Approaching this all from another angle, think of Ray’s work for a, not perfect, analogy: The difference between the Nightwalkers and Vampires is a premise. That difference not only determines how the characters conduct themselves in the scenes we see, but we are not expected to understand it, and those scenes show us the differences impacting how the scenes then play out.

Specifically, further, in my class, I feel you are disruptive. I don’t like having to stop class to ask people to pay attention; you can learn just as much from the discussions of other student’s writing, if not more.
Just like I’ve just given you an hour outside of class and outside of my own pressing deadline on my doctorate dissertation.

Finally, I’d say that writing, your own, you need to allow it to reveal things to you.
You need to stop thinking so much you know everything and what everything means before you begin writing whatever part or pages you are to be more open in your own writing to figuring out what things could mean, really, based on the way you are putting them on the page, evaluating fairly what you’ve now put on the page, and seeing if that does really convey what you thought your vision was or letting your vision be open to revision. Or, at the very least, the writing open to revision. This is probably not changing little things here and there. This is maybe change approaches.
How do you find those, options? You go read more books.
Lastly, lastly, some of the discussion in the class is frustrating because some people aren’t devoting time to the other student’s work like they should be, outside of class, preparing for class, like I mentioned last night.

Students do this the more they see that there own work is not being read well or thoughtfully by other students; it becomes a vicious cycle.

Please recognize that I have gone above and beyond the call of duty here.

-teach.

Yeah that forwarded email was a bit snotty, but still why should I care about their personal battles? I didn’t pay roughly 1800 for this crap. For christ sake this Randy chick is like in her 50s, a mature thing would be a polite bow out.

God I hate school sometimes. I think these will be my last workshop classes, and I’ll take some literature ones instead.

Of course, I say that every semester.



9/5/2005

As the last weekend turns

File under... The Miseducation of Mylo — mylo @ 9:42 pm

Tomorrow is the first day of school. No finger painting, no nap times, none of the good stuff that comes with education. But I’m excited and nervous at the same time. Tomorrow begins my second successive semester in a row in a higher education facility in years. My classes are going to be cool, but I’m going to be exhausted by Saturday.

Anyway, when I do get burned out I do have a little song to perk me back up, and get me going again.

This one is special and means a lot to me, so I want to share it with all of you. So enjoy.



4/6/2005

Finally!!

File under... The Miseducation of Mylo — mylo @ 3:36 pm

I am official. No registration is complete without an ugly as fuck ID card. With only 2 or 3 weeks until the end of the semester to boot. It sure as hell beats the time I went for two or three semesters at ABS without an ID.



3/21/2005

Fun with FAFSA

File under... The Miseducation of Mylo — mylo @ 4:42 pm

First let me say that the federal government, and the state of New York’s government are a bunch of elected dicks.

Yeah that’s right I said it. Our government consists of a bunch of special intrest pandering, corporate assholes, who keep pushing the American dream down our throats as they take away it’s basic tenents.

I realized this as I was doing my FAFSA, and the government is convinced that I can give 12,000, even my total life savings is in a half filled coffee can.

So I decided that we succede from this cess pool we call a country, and form our own place. We will base it on the Amsterdam model.

“So Mylo, you revolutionary you” (some of you are thinking) “What will you give us if we join you? What are some of the Laws?”

Glad you guys asked, my laws are simple. We are only going to take one part of Brooklyn. Like a small neighborhood that the Union won’t miss. Seagate, Garrison Beach, you get the idea.

But here is what I promise, and what laws will be passed.

  1. I will promise an education to every member of my country. Because I don’t want any stupid people in my country’s gene pool. It will be free and taught by world class professors that we will kidna… um provide intellectual freedom for at the cost of sanctuary.
  2. immigration is only open to…
    • mac users,
    • writers
    • painters and other artists who don’t piss me off.
    • supermodels who are willing to have sex with our countries leaders
  3. The national Anthem will be sung by a duet of mc chris and Nora Jones (who will be in a Princess Leia bikini, so not to offend the state)
  4. Pot is legal, so everyone shuts the hell up.
  5. Hipters are banned
  6. Republicans are considered enemies of the state, and will be executed.
  7. Our main income will be tourism from the surrounding city. They want to see Aunt Sophie, they have to pay for it.
  8. When we are overcrowded we will raise an army of over educated, beautiful people and conquer a boro as needed. Starting from Brooklyn, to queens, then Long Island, to the Bronx, to the City itself.

    That would make a slammin’ movie, Brooklyn vs. Manhattan.

  9. Our countries name is Milopia, if there is problems with that we will settle it with giant battling robots.
  10. Our scientific research will include obtaining kick ass super powers. And the creation of Lightsabers, flying cars, and jet packs, and Veritech fighter planes.

Oh yes my people, our future will be bright. Our powers will be mighty, we grow and achive the Milopia dream. Who is in?



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