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scottzvirblis:

zachdionne:

Some stills from that Great Gatsby/No Church in the Wild trailer. I don’t really know why but I do like the pool and also the gigantic bottle that’s as big as the guy.

DR. T. J. ECKLEBURG!  Probably my favorite literary symbol, at least from anything we read in high school.  The fact that such a thing has stuck with me eight years after I read the Gatsby speaks to the impact it had on me.  I think it was probably the first time I really got symbolism.  I liked having things spelled out and stated, rather than implied or suggested, so symbolism seemed inherently silly to my high school mind.  Dr. T. J. Eckleburg changed that.  As a symbol, it just worked really well for me, and was fairly obvious once it was pointed out.  I mean, a giant pair of eyes watching everything below?  Of course it represents God watching, etc.  I haven’t read the book since then, and can barely remember most of the plot, but that billboard is still fresh.

These days, I’m still not much of one for vagueness and literary symbolism, etc.  But I can appreciate it and its value, even if I rarely notice it on my own.  Thanks, Doc.

Edit: Can we talk about how lovely that pool is?  Love the colors there, and the contrast between the perfection of the pool and the flawed, dirty space beyond its edge.  I love when color is used well in movies.

I like what this Scott fellow is saying about symbolism and remembering the moment you fell in love with it. I also like that he likes the pool as much as I do, and that he noticed more things about it than I did.

Agitated bird in coffee shop gives

-me a heart attack
-older gentleman excuse to deploy hyperauthentic bird sounds
-selfsame older fellow reason to impart advice about proper/effective capturing/releasing of agitated birds within coffee shops
-most/all patrons a little feeling of community for one (1) second
-me something to write about

In what backwoods corner of the world do they still teach a double space after a period?

maggiecoughlan:

File under “Questions I Ask Myself Every Single Day.”

The corner where all my friends and family live; the corner where sending them that Slate article that should totally eradicate that hobby somehow never goes through.

JK friends and fam! Love you! But love single-spaced writing more!

(Source: lucaluca)

Tomorrow: Novelrevision may begin.

As long as I catch enough Z’s not to be completely silly. Rough revision outline looks something like this:

-Read the whole thing in as few sittings (two or three? four?) as possible. No corrections, as few notes as possible.
-Go through again with the finest-toothed comb and the reddest pen.
-Type it up (it’ll have lasted seven-plus months only on paper—yeow!); incorporate red-penned changes and countless other on-the-fly changes.
-Draft Two achieved. Print, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. Might take all summer. Might take longer, particularly considering the laundry list of writers/friends/family members/colleagues/combos of all those things I’m planning to solicit for intensely thorough rounds of feedback.