Licensed to 3: Yauch Concluded

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part 1, part 2

When I was a kid and the Beastie Boys first got play for their music video, I had a hard time figuring out what the word Ill was, but I did know what a Roman Numeral three looked like. So I often wondered if these Brooklyn guys really had two other records out there and people were just saying Ill because they didn’t know. What could I say? I was a goofy kid.

Before I go on, Ch-Check THIS out. Neal Brennan (now know as awesome in my book) knows the pain we’re feeling. Co-creator of Chapelle’s Show, he unleashed an appearance of the Bea-stie-Boys LIVE outdoors in 2004 – never seen until now. Already erased by Viacom at least once, it’s back! I’ll make a dupe of this just to make sure it’ll be harder to kill than a certain Holiday Special. Hurry and watch the clip below – and get more blown away since I won’t say what song it is. [I’d say to watch out for language, but even work should let you blast this. You’re mourning, yo!]

This post was intended as a conglomerate of links and images. Since I came across some great articles and stories which I mostly hid in the other two posts, I figured why not make this subject a trilogy and make it a hodgepodge of links and images amongst additional material. To tease a taste, here’s someone’s tribute to MCA/Nathan Wind – delivering pizza dressed as Cochese.

New York officially mourns the death of Adam Yauch.  Don’t believe me?  Here’s the document for proof, or watch the video below.

New short story: Brownstone, the Woman, and Soda Cans

In between all the writing I keep piling up for myself [finishing my screenplay from April’s Script Frenzy; MCA thoughts and musings; finishing my Nanowrimo novel from November], I came across an appealing Figment Daily Theme – so I wrote another short story.

The site (though skewed towards a younger audience) has ways to stimulate writing and creativity with things like contests and exercises.  Click the above image or here to see the story, but keep reading to learn more about the writing instructions [which I’m still open to suggestion when it comes to the title].

Yauch Loss Committee Part Two

Instead of jumping on the “R.I.P. to the celebrity” bandwagon, “top ten” train, or writing a straight article, I hoped to give some of my own thoughts and memories intercut with glimpses or additions to what’s already been written about the man I never knew was Nathanial Hörnblowér {I assumed it was a name for the whole band collaborating or Spike Jonze – and can you blame me?}.  Even if you skim this one…make sure to check the very last video.

Getting carried away as usual, I did the smart thing and separated the meat from the milk – the reminiscing from the eye candy (best I could). Since it took so long to get the first part off, I hope this still seems vaguely unique and current: though I feel mourning or reminiscing doesn’t have an expiration date.

If I had to peg a favorite Beastie live television performance, only one comes to mind. The MTV appearance with the band wearing suits and getting way into it was cool – as the old knocking stuff over and prankster days also had great examples; when they assumed everyone was in on the joke (Weird Al had a big presence at the time, so I knew what a good parody was.  Sorry, fratboys).

New Short Story: Q is the A?

As hoped, I got my new (and first) Figment-first short story uploaded.  The title; tagging; summary might change, but the story is online.

This stemmed from a contest by the name of Midnight in Austenland.  The idea was to have the fictional and real world collide.  About a month past the deadline and almost double the maximum word count…but here is the result.

Free to read with no membership/account needed.  Comment here or there:

http://figment.com/books/264701-Ms-Q-

Restless 01 Published

Last night was the release party of the first issue of Restless Anthology; coinciding with the Mesa downtown “Second Friday” monthly event; distributed out of Evermore Nevermore.

Things seemed to go very well at the event, and I ran into a few people I knew, and one of the authors I didn’t know at all- he was walking around and saw me with the zine which sparked up a conversation.

While there, I found out the zine chopped down its submission word count.  Perhaps I’ll have the record for the longest story.  The story was published as a whole, which I’m happy for.  Now that it’s out, I’ll give some tidbits about my story.

• The title is Affliction.
• It adheres to the zine’s prompt, which was “zombies”.

I’m not sure if my story is too much to the usual reader of my stuff, but it also might not be enough for a fan of the zombie genre.  I didn’t think I even had a story about it in me, but I did.   Funny enough, two of the things I wanted to add to the story didn’t even find their way into the story while I was writing it.  If  I ever expand the story, expect to see these two things.

In case you didn’t know, there is an online copy of their preview issue.  My story there is entitled Bacon Raincheck.  Have a free look at it here:

http://restlessanthology.com – main page

http://www.restlessanthology.com/issues/RestlessIssueZeroWeb.pdf – direct link

Restless 00 entry:

As promised, here’s the 4/1 promised posting.

It ran in the Restless Anthology preview edition.

Bacon Raincheck

I can’t believe it.  I canceled out on seeing her.  Really I stood her up.  Again.  This was supposed to be breakfast and I’m ever so hungry, but I made the conscious decision to be a no-show without warning or explanation.  Some cultures can ostracize a member for deliberately avoiding a breakfast appointment.  Even knowing this, I still stick to my guns.  This sort of scenario was far from the first time, and it was usually my fault.  What is it with dealing with an ex?

Eval Homework: ‘Couver Tale

Once again, I posted my Eval Doer ‘homework’ which was supposed to be a rather wide topic.  The story had to be set sometime in the time of the recent Vancouver Winter Olympics.

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The names have been changed to protect the Googlers, or anyone from finding any of this with a search engine. The only hint I’ll give is the fact all of the events took place during the Vancouver ’10 Olympics and all of the people spoke english, to a proficient extent at least.

They hype is all on the players here naturally. The key being current players and anyone else in the moment. Four years can be enough to change the guard or wipe a memory clean. We are a world in the now and next week, not yesterday or the past. A medal winner can return four years later to coach and be a nobody to the press or news departments. It’s a shock to the system for many. But I already learned that – at least not as hard of a way as some.

When I took a medal, one of my coaching staff won a medal that previous winter Olympics. It was the first time I saw him less than happy or enthusiastic. He wasn’t my favorite or who I worked most closely with, but he made an impact on me nonetheless. When everyone was gathered around and welcoming me back from the podium, he was off to the side a bit. Some part towards the end of the celebration party before our departure, I caught him out back as if he was looking for me.

Eugene’s Genetics: Chapter 6

Eugene’s Genetics – Chapter SIX

Geenie pulled up in front of the home of Gertrine Rust.  She was a little early but wanted to make sure she made it before Coleen.  It was nice enough for her to make the effort to come, so Geenie didn’t want to botch it from being late, or worse, making Coleen feel out of place.  Geenie already spoke ahead to Coleen so now all she had to do was wait.  She resisted anything typically associated with grief and threw together something between a Christmas and Easter service if someone was to wear their ‘Sunday best’ as it were.  It felt odd, but Coleen assured her. Maybe the real out of sorts feeling was just having to dress nice and above what she usually had on.  Or these shoes on her feet didn’t fit like she last remembered they had.  It wasn’t long before a pair of headlights crooked around the street and passes slowly by Geenie.  There was plenty of light still, but maybe it was another way to show it was Coleen. Neither of them have the friends or social thing down again, so maybe at this point it still felt as a secret club for them.

The reflections off glasses were enough of a sign it was Coleen, but she made a little gesture with her fingers, just above the bottom of her window, to prove it for Geenie.

They met on the curb and Coleen was carrying an object which she dismissed as no biggie since she knew there was a Kosher bakery in the area.  She looked much different from her usual workplace environment.  She shed her black clothes and wore something dressed down but fashionable, down to a strappy shoe with enough of a heel to bump her height a slight bit.  She wore a silvery necklace which shimmered a Hebrew symbol of some sort, but Geenie remembered seeing it before from either houses she traveled to with Colin or even in Gertrine’s home a time or two.  What topped off Coleen however was her hair.  The braids were shed, and the memory of them stayed ingrained amongst her hair; creating flourishes of waves and body.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” Geenie breathed out.  I’m good.”

“Just walk right it, ok?  And make sure to greet his mom as soon as you get the chance, since in shiva the mourners have to be acknowledged first.  All right?”

Geenie nodded yes and Coleen’s face had a satisfactory look on it.

They entered without abandon and Geenie slowly moved her eyes about; panning across the room.  Coleen found the path to the kitchen and walked it hastily.  Geenie observed a group amongst Mrs. Rust who all sat in a line on small stools. Geenie stayed just out of sight since they were already speaking with someone.