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Overheard at... Starbucks

2/29/2012

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The random beeping of a hearing aid.

Does it become like music eventually? It must, as the older gentleman wearing the hearing aid didn’t even seem to notice the sound. But I kept thinking, how on earth does he stand it? It would drive me crazy, and might explain why people are reticent to get a hearing aid to begin with.

Soooo, I did a little sleuthing to learn more about this problem and came to find it is rather common and can be caused by a number of different reasons; not the least of which is wax in the ear.

Really???? This seems hilarious to me. So, not only is the hearing aid beeping at you, but people around you also know you don’t clean your ears very well. Lovely!

The good news is that, like everything, hearing aids are going digital. This, for some reason, alleviates many of the causes of feedback ringing/whining. I am glad to say I am not an expert on hearing aids, yet, but it is nice to know that technology is improving in this area along with many others.

It makes me wonder what else the digital age could do for us….
 - Speaking of whining… is there a digital solution for a child’s incessant complaining?
 - And, how about exercise… couldn’t we find a digital solution to the treadmill?
 - Oh, and as I watch the snow fall I wonder, what about bulky clothing… what if we replaced it with a digital jacket of some form.
 - Best of all, though, wouldn’t it be great to digitize fights? As soon as we got into the same old loops something would turn on and it would have the argument for us; and then we could just walk away and go on a fun date or something. 
 
(I am clearly wasting my time writing romance when it is obvious I should be writing science fiction.)

Until any of these great inventions are created, however, I will simply have to put on my ear phones to block out the whining (of either the hearing aid or my daughter) and hope that my ipod isn’t sending feedback too. I’d hate for those around me to wonder about my showering habits.
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Overheard at... The World Forestry Museum

2/27/2012

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“It is soft; it is white; it is light.”

We spent the day, Saturday, at the World Forestry Museum here in Portland and as I waited in line for my daughter to get face paint (it was a special offering as part of girl day at the museum) I read about an experiment conducted in Italy. They wanted to compare the language used by pre-school age children with that of artists. 

I was intrigued by this experiment and its findings. What I took away was that language is formed by use and then becomes directed primarily toward that purpose. So that, when we describe tissue for example, we say it is for blowing our nose. But when children or an artist describe tissue they see how light travels through it, how it floats in the air, how it moves when twisted. 

Poetic language is therefore both helpful and distracting in fiction writing. We have all read passages that immediately paint a picture using very few words. Instinctively I believe we still, for example, react to tissue paper on this gut level. Our senses know that it is soft and light and white, at the very same time as we are pulling it from the box to simply blow our nose. If we slow down our writing by describing everything in these terms we can take away from the story itself. For example –

The tissue she pulled from the square, harsh, Kleenex box felt like it would blow away at any moment. Could it really catch the ocean of warm, salty tears flowing from her eyes?

On the other hand, sometimes we can use an image to quickly express an idea so that it actually speeds up our
writing:

It was as if her mother had just pulled the dress from a Kleenex box.

I have remarked before that I frequently get so caught up in everyday life that I forget to observe what is happening around me. Now I see that I need to take it even one step further when I do pay attention. It is not enough for me to observe someone pulling a tissue out to wipe a tear or blow their nose, now I need to hone in on what that object
looks like as it comes from their purse or pocket. Yikes!

But then again, no one said writing was easy. So I suppose I will just have to wipe
my nose and get back to work.
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    Background - Overheard While Writing
    It's hard to explain, but 12 years ago, when I started to write seriously, the only place where I could get my work done was at Starbucks. 

    Since then, 4 manuscripts and 4 favored Starbucks later, I sill find myself drawn to a cozy corner and a half-decaf Americano.... not to mention the many friendly faces that greet me when I arrive.

    And, while I try to stay focused, there are some times when the conversations or interactions that surround me draw my attention away from my own characters, and into the world of life's own characters. 

    This BLOG captures some of those funny, sincere, inspiring moments. Maybe they will give you a reason to write as well.

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