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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

THE TANDEM STORY








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T H E   T A N D E M   S T O R Y
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"...This is absurd. I refuse to continue
this mockery of literature..."

  R emember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Southern Methodist University, English 44A, SMU, Creative Writing, Prof. Miller.

• In-class Assignment for Wednesday:
  "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple.
  Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on, back and forth.
  Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

  The following was turned in by two of English students: Rebecca - last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted."
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  STORY: ( First paragraph by Rebecca ): At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
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  ( Gary ): Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
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  ( Rebecca ): He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth-when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
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  ( Gary ): Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through. Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
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  ( Rebecca ): This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
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  ( Gary ): Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium!
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  ( Rebecca ): Butthole!
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  ( Gary ): Turd..

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

WHY THE CHICKEN CROSSED THE ROAD








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WHY THE CHICKEN CROSSED THE ROAD
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  • GEORGE W. BUSH •
We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either with us or it is against us. There is no middle.
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• AL GORE •
I invented the chicken. I invented the road. Therefore, the chicken crossing the road represented the application of these two different functions of government in a new, reinvented way designed to bring greater services to the American people.
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• BILL CLINTON •
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken? Could you define chicken, please?
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• RALPH NADER •
The chicken's habitat on the original side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrialist greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV
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• PAT BUCHANAN •
To steal a job from a decent, hardworking American.
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• COLIN POWELL •
I have aerial photo's showing the chicken did cross the road --notice the arrow beside the chicken track.
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• RUSH LIMBAUGH •
I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but I'll bet it was getting a government grant to cross the road, and I'll bet someone out there is already forming a support group to help chickens with crossing-the-road syndrome. Can you believe this? How much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens crossing the road paid for by their tax dollars, and when I say tax dollars, I'm talking about your money, money the government took from you to build roads for chickens to cross.
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• MARTHA STEWART •
No one called to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the farmer's market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
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• JERRY FALWELL •
Because the chicken was gay! Isn't it obvious? Can't you people see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to the "other side." That's what they call it -- the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And, if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like "the other side."
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• DR. SEUSS •
Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed, I've not been told!
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• ERNEST HEMINGWAY •
To die. In the rain. Alone.
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• THE BIBLE •
And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.
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• MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. •
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
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• GRANDPA •
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
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BARBARA WALTERS •
Isn't that interesting? In a few moments we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting and went on to accomplish its life-long dream of crossing the road.
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• JOHN LENNON •
Imagine all the chickens crossing roads in peace.
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• ARISTOTLE •
It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
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• KARL MARX •
It was a historical inevitability.
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• SADDAM HUSSEIN •
This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
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• VOLTAIRE •
I may not agree with what the chicken did, but I will defend to the death its right to do it.
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• RONALD REAGAN •
What chicken?
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• CAPTAIN KIRK •
To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.
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• FOX MULDER •
You saw it cross the road with your own eyes! How many more chickens have to cross before you believe it?
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• SIGMUND FREUD •
The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
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• BILL GATES •
I have just released eChicken 2003, which will not only cross roads, butwill lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook -- and Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of eChicken.
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• ALBERT EINSTEIN •
Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?
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• JOHNNY COCHRAN •
It was because the road was black and the chicken was white. We must acquit.
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• COLONEL SANDERS •
I missed one?
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• EZINE WRITER •
Uh . . . Alex, I'll take 'Things Only I Know for $1000'. . .

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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

ROGER AND ELAINE








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"...Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes,
causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next..."

  L et's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
  And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ''Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?''

  And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: "Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of. "

  And Roger is thinking: "Gosh. Six months. "

  And Elaine is thinking: "But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person? "

  And Roger is thinking: ". . . so that means it was . . . let's see . . . February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means . . . lemme check the odometer . . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here. "

  And Elaine is thinking: "He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed -- even before I sensed it -- that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected. "

  And Roger is thinking: "...and I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. "

  And Elaine is thinking: "He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure. I never should have mentioned it. Now he probably feels cornered, like I'm being too aggressive and now he wants out. But hey, maybe I want out too? I need to think. "

  And Roger is thinking: "...they'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the 'rat b@stards'... "

  And Elaine is thinking: "Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy. "

  And Roger is thinking: "Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a freakin' warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their. . . "

  ''Roger,'' Elaine says aloud.

  "What?!'' says Roger, startled.

  ''Please don't torture yourself like this,'' she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. ''Maybe I should never have . . . Oh God, I feel so ... ''

( She breaks down, sobbing. )
  "What..?'' says Roger.

  "I'm such a fool,'' Elaine sobs. ''I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there is no horse.''
  ''There's...no...horse...?'' says Roger.

  ''You think I'm a fool, don't you?'' Elaine says.

  ''No!'' says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

  ''It's just that . . . It's that I . . . I need some time,'' Elaine says.

( There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work. )
  ''Yes..?'' he says.

( Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand. )
  ''Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?'' she says.

  ''What way?'' says Roger.

  ''That way . . . about time,'' says Elaine.

  ''Oh...'' says Roger. ''Yes..?''

( Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks. )
  "Thank you, Roger,'' she says.

  ''...a...Thank...you...'' says Roger.

  Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas, when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of.
  A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it. ( This is also Roger's policy regarding world hunger.)
  The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

  Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquet ball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say:

  ''...Norm.., did Elaine ever own a horse...?''

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