Just a girl writing in the blogging ring
The staff of The Spartan newspaper at York College of PA has been requested, by me, to answer some serious questions concerning the campus news. This is a writing assignment for my Writing in Professional Cultures class. I will eventually write a recommendation report to the college administration.
Spartan Staff Questionnaire
IF YOU CHOSE YES, SKIP TO QUESTION: 9.
IF YOU CHOSE NO, PLEASE ANSWER THE
FOLLOWING QUESTIONS:
ANSWER IF YOU KNOW or HAVE AN OPINION:
PLEASE GIVE SERIOUS INPUT WHY YOU WOULD OR WOULD NOT WANT TO CONTINUE OR DISCONTINUE THE “HARD COPY’ ISSUE OF THE SPARTAN. MY RECOMMENDATION REPORT WILL BE VIEWED BY THE ADMINISTRATION AND BE BASED ON WHAT THE STAFF OF THE SPARTAN DECIDES.
Thank you for answering my questionnaire.
Sincerely,
Pattie Crider
This is the questions The Spartan staff were emailed. I’ll keep you posted on what I find out. I think focusing on the website should be the priority of the campus paper, we will see what responses I get.
Feel free to comment your thoughts and ideas concerning this issue. I can’t use it in my report but I’m curious to hear your thoughts!
Paper vs web,
~P.
Friday night Dawn and Scott Wolf were over to visit Dale and I. Around 11 pm we heard a crash outside and I looked out the window but didn’t see anything. I didn’t bother to open the front door.
Earlier on Friday I gathered up all the yard decorations and set them right outside my flower bed. My intention was to get Tesla’s wagon later and take them around back to the garage. It slipped my mind and I didn’t really think about the yard ornaments again the rest of the day.
Dawn texted me asking if we wanted to go to the Viking Club for dinner. They came over to our house after dinner. Dale and Scott were in the dining room while Dawn and I were in the living room watching Auction Hunters on tv. There was a loud bang, like someone punched my front screen door. I looked out the window but didn’t see anyone or anything.
Saturday morning around 11 am, I went out the front door with Ying and found this.
Fairy 1
My first thought was “some idiot smashed the fairy that didn’t have a broken wing and stole the one that was broke.” The fairies were wedding gifts from my friends Joyce Fetter at Labor & Industry and the other was from Kim and Dave Oburn. Friends I had made through my co-workers, Scott and Malinda Ettinger. Had some great times with all my work friends. We all fell out of touch after I retired from my state career.
The fairies have been part of my yard decorations ever since John and I received them in 2005. They had a long life, those fairies. John and my marriage….not so long.
I kept the head-he's keeping his eyes open for deviants
The second fairy wasn’t stolen after all. Someone smashed that one against my neighbor’s door. Her screen door actually broke and she called the police and landlord. I called the police also and they returned my call noting a second fairy was smashed and my screen door was dented. They asked if I had any suspects. I said, “not really” and that was the end of the fairy tale.
I imagine it was kids walking up Rt 74 with nothing better to do then ruin other people’s property.
Fairy killer!
~P.
“The term sadomasochism finds its roots in the words sadism, meaning to enjoy inflicting pain, and masochism, meaning to enjoy pain being inflicted on oneself.”
The Cenobites in Barker’s story The Hellbound Heart are referred to as sadomasochistic beings. Frank bought the metaphysical puzzle solely believing it would bring him pleasure. He did not expect a journey through pleasure with an end in hell for all eternity. His first encounter with the puzzle box brought him pleasure beyond his belief possible. He could not pass up the opportunity to masturbate, possibly not realizing the pain and torture that would soon follow.
Julia carried such a lustful passion for Frank that she was willing to do anything. Her one sexual experience with Frank impacted her so much she was willing to kill other people to bring Frank back from the dead. He told her his ideas of them spending the rest of their lives together after she made him whole. Julia thrived on the thought of bringing Frank
back and having him take her sexually.
When Frank is taken back to Hell by the Order of Gash, he takes pleasure in the tearing of his flesh. Kirsty watched as his body began to tear apart and was disgusted by Frank’s crude sexual enjoyment. She ran out of the room while he wagged his tongue at her.
While this was all shocking in the mid 1980’s, the art of body modification, piercing, tattoos, scars and branding has come a long way. While not necessarily part of sexual gratification, it does have it place in the pain and pleasure realm.
Kaptive8
Kaptive8 Halloween performance on 10-29-11.
10 point modified coma. Randomly cut 1 hook out at a time until we got to a 4 point
resurrection.
In air total time was 30 min.
Body Modification Ezine. http://www.bme.com/ 1994. 11/04/2011
I’ll stick to fishing,
~P.
A great read!
The novella’s plot was not a new writing concept. It held the ever popular subjects of sex, money, murder and the occult. I was repulsed by what I was reading in Barker’s story, yet so engrossed, I couldn’t set the book down. The main character was Frank Cotton, “a sex
obsessed thrill seeker” who stops by to see Julia, his future sister-in-law for the first time. This was the day before her wedding to Rory Cotton. Frank and Julia felt an instant spark and fucked like wild animals. Frank disappears, just like he appeared and Julie never sees him again. Rory and Julia get married and about 8 years later move into Rory and Frank’s parent’s vacant house.
Rory was a bit of a “tool” because he never realized his wife had “jumped his brother” the way she had. He adored “the whore” who in turn couldn’t get over her lust for his sexy, tight-bodied, brother. Frank was at the house, waiting for the opportunity to once again make use his up-tight sister-in-law. He had left his sperm in an explosive orgasm,
made possible by The Cenobites. The Cenobites were part of the “Theologians of the Order of the Gash” a sadistic cult of former humans.
Frank is “ripped to hell” with two meanings. Literally torn to pieces by a sadomasochistic tower of bloody hooks and figuratively sent to hell to suffer for eternity. Frank is a character you instantly hate. He is greedy, evil and willing to risk his own life and others for his own sexual pleasure. His brother Rory is a character you love. He was a good guy, worked hard and loved his wife.
It was Rory’s blood that ignited the very possibility of Frank returning to human form. When his chisel slipped working in a back bedroom window, he gashed his hand open and bled heavily. Frank’s sperm he had long ago deposited, absorbed the blood through the floor boards. It gave him enough strength to whisper one word, “Julia.“
This takes place about halfway through Barker’s novella. Julia is driven by her
sexual desire of Frank to hunt down men and murder them. It was after Frank’s absorption of Julia’s victim that Kirsty becomes an important character of the plot. Kirsty was a long friend of Rory’s, who appreciated his friendship but was deeply in love with him secretly. Kirsty hated Julia with a passion, viewing her as a snob that never deserved Rory. Kirsty interrupted Julia and Frank during their blood fest. She was convinced by Julia to leave and believed Julia was cheating on Rory.
The next day, Kirsty spied on Julia and discovered the secret of Frank, now covered in blood and bandages, in the attic. She had met Rory’s brother once before and remembered him when he said his name. Frank tries to kill Kirsty but she escapes by
throwing the puzzle box through a window. She wakes the next day in a hospital.
The puzzle box is given back to her and she begins solving it while in her room. She accidentally summons the Cenobites and now is faced with certain death. Kirsty
cried and begged for her life and the Lead Cenobite replied, “No tears, please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” (Barker p. 136) This was possibly the best line in the entire movie. Kirsty manages to make a deal with the Cenobites to take them to Frank who had escaped hell.
The Cenobites “magically take” Kirsty to the Cotton residence. There she encountered her friend Rory in terrible condition. He tried to explain that he was injured in a horrible fight with Frank. Trying to reassure her that all was well he said, “Come to Daddy.” (Barker,
p.151) and Kirsty realized it was Frank in Rory’s skin. She gets Frank to admit his name and the Cenobites immediately set their hooks into his body. The Cenobites tear his flesh to pieces as Kirsty is ordered to leave the house. She hears Franks head hit the door as she exited. Kirsty survived her encounter with the Cenobites and keeps the wooden puzzle box, just in case she might need to use it someday.
It is very possible that Judge Dorney already knows what her decision is concerning which parent gets majority custody. My lawyer said he would have been surprised if she ruled the last day of the hearings. My lawyer wasn’t surprised when the judge ended the hearing by announcing she had a dog in a contest online and wanted everyone to vote for her dog.
I don’t talk to Tesla about the possibility of her changing schools. While my lawyer feels confident I will get custody, I would rather just wait to hear the words out of Judge Dorney’s mouth on November 21st. Maybe we will hear her announce if her dog won that contest!
When November 21st finally gets here, I am debating if Tesla should go to hear the decision. I don’t intend to blindside her that day, but will explain the decision of where she lives will happen at the courthouse. I have tried my best to be “real” with my child concerning everything that has happened in our life. She knows our townhouse will be our home. She knows Dale lives here and she likes Dale.
No matter what the judge decides, the custody will have to be acknowledged. It’s the wait that’s killing me.
In the meantime, my lawyer will be filing for a Divorce Master to wrap this marriage up, once and for all.
Time to get real,
~P.
PS This came up in court. Not the letter to Heather but the story of Diane and I meeting for the first time in 2004. She and John confirmed in court, it DID happen. http://girlboxer1970.com/2011/08/22/dear-heather-iv/
I have to write a paper for two classes about this film. That means it’s also blog moment for me….
Thursday, October 27, 2011, the film The Lives of Others was presented as the first movie in a series, sponsored by the Humanities department. The Humanities viewing room was nearly filled to full capacity to see this 2006, Oscar winning film.
Professor Mary Boldt introduced the movie and presented a slideshow explaining the Soviet-era split of East and West Germany, maps, lead characters, and her close
American friend’s “Statsi Records”. That was an attention grabbing moment to me.
Statsi Records were the files the East German police gathered on anyone they believed could be a spy. Boldt’s friend’s record was one page with maybe ten entries. They documented her meeting with her German friends. That was all she had to do to get a Statsi file.
The movie was set in 1984 in the city of East Berlin. An agent of the Statsi police was ordered to conduct surveillance on a writer and his lover. Georg was a writer and was deeply in love with his actress girlfriend, Christa-Maria. Georg wanted to write about the high suicide of people who were “blackballed” from their writing or acting profession. The Statsi officer, Weisler, learns many secrets while Georg’s apartment is wire-tapped. He became increasingly absorbed by their lives and eventually rooting for the wrong team.
Georg was involved with sending information to West Germany and his story was
published. Higher ranked Statsi police were furious when they realized Weisler must have been helping Georg by hiding his activities. Georg didn’t know he had a silent partner allowing him to write his article and get it to West Germany safely.
Christa-Maria was a huge success in Germany performing in her boyfriend’s plays. When the Germany Minister Hempf forced her into weekly sexual favors to keep her name off the blackball list, Weisler made sure Georg found out. George convinced
Christa-Maria to refuse Hempf’s sexual demands and Hempf retaliated by having
her arrested for possession of illegal pills. Christa-Maria tells where Georg was hiding his typewriter so the Statsi police can have him arrested.
There is a wonderful twist to the plot that doesn’t end well for Christa-Maria. George continues writing and eventually the wall separating East and West Germany come down. After the wall is down, George is able to request his Statsi records. He had no idea he was being watched at anytime through-out the movie. His records arrived on a cart and he
eventually came to know who the secret police officer was that helped him get
his writing to West Germany.
I found the movie very entertaining. Though it was not based on a true story, it was a simple story that could have been true. Following the movie, Professor Boldt thanked and excused viewers who needed to leave. A large group remained behind for the
question and answer session. Professor Boldt was a wealth of information and eager to share her knowledge about Germany and the German language.
No Statsi File for me,
~P.
P.S. I found it strange that after spending that day in court defending my rights to write about my life, I had to watch a film about a writer doing the same. I really connected to the movie.
Dear Suz,
So you wrecked your car and it’s totaled. That sucks.
I am glad you are safe and that airbag probably saved your life. Any other day, you wear a seatbelt!
We found your glasses underneath the passenger’s seat. I know you don’t remember much after accidentally rear-ending a parked car.
You had just passed my house and realized I was in school. Making left-hand turns to head back home and suddenly you wake up, airbag deployed.
Thank God in heaven, for watching over you.
I love you sister! Even if you are the most forgetful, accident prone person I’ve ever known in my life. I can’t imagine life without you.
The crinkled up car is replaceable.
Love,
~P.
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