Sunday, January 27, 2008

Creativity or theft?

“Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where you heard it.”- Dr. Laurence J. Peter

“Originality is undetected plagiarism.”- W. R. Inge

There is nothing original left. The world is too old; everything’s been done before. I have heard these lines and their varieties from family, teachers, and even random adults, all trying to warn me about being a writer. They claim that I can’t be a writer: there’s nothing left to write. As discouraging and unhelpful as they are, I still can’t find it in myself to blame them. After all, the world is 4.6 billion years old; and perhaps more relevantly, pretty much every movie and television show is either a remake of a much better movie or television show, a god-awful sequel to a somewhat decent movie, or a game/reality show that somehow manages to degrade humanity even lower. With such sleaziness and garbage passing as entertainment, creativity turns into a modern day Tinkerbell, as it hangs on because a precious few believe. (For the love of God, please clap.)

But what people fail to realize is the fact that creativity is as alive as ever, even though it appears to be in hiding. Creativity, in fact, abounds: if only because there is so much variety in stories today. There is really only one story: life. Take a breath. In that breath, the entire song of “Kumbaya” was proven true. All lives follow the same basic pattern: birth, joy, sorrow, maturity, love, friendship, family, and eventually death. (I’d really prefer not to quote Elton John, but it really is “The Circle of Life.”) There are over 6 billion people on this earth, and every one of them has the same basic experiences. Of course in some cases, certain elements are missing, but the framework is still there. The details change, but the story remains the same.

In order to be creative, one only has to focus on the details. Every person on earth is at a different part in their story, and because of that, their voices are unique. Because, after all, we are all snowflakes. (Hey, if I'm going to be cliche, I might as well go all out, right?) In all seriousness however, a different view point changes everything, even if it's the same story.


To those who still think I'm crazy, I offer one more piece of evidence. (Well, actually its my only piece, but...) Some of the best examples of literature, and art have been "stolen". Look at Shakespeare. (I'm not talking about whether or not he wrote the plays, it doesn't really matter.) He got many of his ideas for plots from earlier writers (see Romeo and Juliet) or history (see any of the historical plays and one of his best masterpieces Macbeth). Disney stole the vast majority of the plots for its movies from fairy tales. (To be fair they did sanitize them.) H.P Lovecraft took ideas from Poe who took ideas from earlier Gothic writers. Goethe took some elements of Faust from the Marlow play as well as the earlier fables that Marlow borrowed from. Borrowing from others was very common in the past, and yet, all of the examples I've given managed to make their own versions very different from the "original." That's really all creativity is: having something to say, even if it's been said, because some of the truest ideas are, and expressing it in a way that has never been done before. And that, I think, I can do.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Rest in Peace

I'm in shock. For those who haven't heard yet, actor Heath Ledger was found dead in his New York apartment at 3:26 pm today. As of now, I'm not sure exactly how he died. You can Google News Search if you desperately need more details.

I was never much for celebrity crushes, but I'll admit I was head over heels for Heath for about 3 years. Even afterwards, I still respected his talent and his dedication to challenging roles. I had enjoyed watching him grow as an an actor and was really looking forward to seeing him as a villain in the new Batman movie.

All I can do is offer my deepest and most sincere condolences to his friends and family, especially to his two-year-old daughter, Matilda, who will have to grow up without him.

Friday, January 18, 2008

The Bucket List

I'm a little hesitant to write this, because I know Kat recently posted on a movie in theaters right now...I don't want the blog to seem too redundant.

But I have to tell you - for the love of God, go and see The Bucket List!
I wasn't particularly in the mood to go to the movies tonight, and I was definitely skeptical about The Bucket List. I knew my Dad, the undying fan of Nicholson, would enjoy it, but I doubted it would be anything special. I was wrong.

Every scene is cathartic, but that sneaks up on you. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman are flawless: they make the film at once lighthearted and deep. You'll think about beauty and majesty and value differently, for the evening at least. I've rarely seen a movie capture a pinprick of humanity so honestly and so completely.

Monday, January 7, 2008

What's Best for Michigan?

The views in the following post are those of the author only, and do not necessarily reflect those of "Snowden's Secrets" as a whole or its parent and affiliate blogs.
I'm sorry about this, but it's time for a politics post. I was really hoping that I could avoid this, but it's an election year, so... First of all, I need to point out my own biases: I am a young, very liberal college student. (Uber-conservatives, consider yourself warned.) I am also a resident of Michigan, a state that Romney expects to win. This means, of course, that I get to watch a lot of Romney ads. My particular favorite is the one where he explains that, as a business man, he knows what's best for Michigan. I'm sorry, but I really cannot let that idea go unaddressed. Govenor, are really suggesting that because you've made a lot of money you know what's best for Michigan? Really?
Sir, I might not be a millionare, and I may be just the stereotypical poor college kid, but I do know certain things that I'm willing to bet have never occurred to you. I know what it's like to have a full-tuition scholarship and still worry about whether or not I can afford room and board for next semester. I know what it's like to watch my father work two jobs just so he can make ends meet. I know what it's like to have to decide between medical care and putting gas in the car. I know what it's like to earn minimum wage. I know what it's like to be looked down upon and treated like absolute shit. I know seventeen year old mothers with two year old daughters. I know people who are supporting themselves on $7.15 an hour. I know firsthand how little my 83 year old grandmother gets from Social Security, which is one of the reasons she worked until she was 75. I know that because gas is so expensive, many families in Michigan go without heat in winter, or they use stoves and space heaters, which can result in deadly fires. These are just some of the things I know. I also know that I have nowhere near the whole story. I only know what life's like in the middle class.
Mr. Govenor, you may know how to make a lot of money, but that knowledge will not help you fix Michigan. Throwing money at our problems will not make them go away. You know what's best for us? Money is not all Michigan needs- far from it.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Picture Imperfect

This is something that Kat and I found earlier today. It's one of our old high-school satiric rants that I've copied pretty much verbatim.
Picture Imperfect:
Student IDs are Gone But Not Forgotten
From now on, students at DCHS will no longer need to have pictures taken of them. This landmark decision was started after a large-scale student protest broke out last week. The protest originated from students receiving their ID's, which many thought were unflattering. "Everybody knows the school pictures look terrible. That's why I get mine done professionally," said Bethany Cilantro, grade 11. Several students also thought that being forced to take pictures year after year is religiously offensive. These students believe that part of their soul is taken away with every picture. "It's very traumatic to watch a light flash in your eyes and know that an important part of your spirit has been stolen. And for what? Some picture that doesn't even look good," Cassandra Kateri Tekakwitha, grade 10, said. Whether the pictures are soul stealing or not, the fact remains that all students hate their pictures. There are several reasons for this. Firstly, picture day is known world-wide as Bad Hair Day. This day is actually celebrated as a holiday in Australia, New Zealand, and Canada. Of course, there is no actual celebration, because that would mean that individuals would have to leave their houses.
Also, it is a scientific fact that the night before picture day, every student will get a gigantic zit somewhere on their face. This is caused by the tremendous amount of stress that every student experiences before picture day. The stress causes oils and sweat to excrete from glands. The oil then leaks onto the face which closes the pores, and creates the bane of all adolescents, the zit. So, from now on, we no longer have to have pictures taken. But what about the yearbook, you may ask? The yearbook will give each student a 1"x1.5" space (the size their picture would have been). This space can be filled with whatever the student desires. Personally, I will be writing a 1,000 word essay on how the logging industry dramatically shortens the life of the tiger salamander, Ambystoma tigrinum. (Bring your magnifying glasses people!) The administration is freeing students from the tyranny of having to take bad pictures by eliminating them. And of course, because getting a better photographer would cost too much.
Since the September 11 terrorist attacks, airlines and many government corporations have tightened their security, and so proved there are much better means of identifying a person than their picture. So in replacement of ID pictures will be fingerprint impressions, which will fit to the grooves of each individual student's middle finger. The new security system at DCHS will learn to identifying all faculty and students, excluding, of course, the new freshmen, by their cornea scans, DNA structure, (All students will be required to give a minimum of one pint of blood at the beginning of each school year for analysis), vocal patterns and dental records. We are pleased to inform you that this automated security will only raise tuition by $2,000 per student this year. Cornea scans will be necessary to enter the building as well as each individual classroom. A DNA scan will be administered before entering the main office. The library's new computers will be accessed through voice recognition. Finally, to enter or exit any restroom, dental records must be activated by our highly advanced security system, taking as a little as thirty minutes. These security measures include all faculty members, with the exception of our principal. We applaud our administration for taking these drastic steps to respect the student body's opinion, ensure our safety and eliminate imperfection throughout our fine school.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Hello David

First things first: Happy New Year! I just want to quickly introduce and post this poem. Since Snowden spilled his secret to Yossarian in the back of the plane and reminded us that man is matter, I thought this should be shared as well. "Hello David" was written by a Vietnam war nurse and originally published in Shrapnel in the Heart (Random House 1987). I know this is a little grim for the holiday season, but war and death continue during Christmas and through the New Year, and this is when I have the time to post.

Hello, David - my name is Dusty.
I'm your night nurse.
I will stay with you.
I will check your vitals
every 15 minutes.
I will document
inevitability.
I will hang more blood
and give you something
for your pain.
I will stay with you
and I will touch your face.

Yes, of course,
I will write your mother
and tell her you were brave.
I will write your mother
and tell her how much you loved her.
I will write your mother
and tell her to give your bratty kid sister
a big kiss and hug.
What I will not tell her
is that you were wasted.

I will stay with you
and I will hold your hand.
I will stay with you
and watch your life
flow through my fingers
into my soul.
I will stay with you
until you stay with me.

Goodbye David - my name is Dusty.
I'm the last person
you will see.
I'm the last person
you will touch.
I'm the last person
who will love you.

So long David - my name is Dusty.
David - who will give me something
for my pain?