Thursday, April 25, 2013

Eavesdropping on Strangers for Fun and Profit


Most writers, either intentionally or subconsciously, draw inspiration for their writing from the world around them. Their life experiences, education, travels, and especially the people they meet are all fair game in fiction. On some level I think this can create a slight paranoia amongst a writer’s family and friends. However, I’ve found that the most interesting fuel for fiction comes from strangers. It’s amazing what you can overhear strangers say without even trying very hard to listen in on their conversations. It seems like people believe they are in their very own personal cones of silence and no one else can hear them.
Pictured: Everyone
I like to take some of the odd things people say and use them as starting points for writing exercises. I’ve found that random pieces of conversation when taken out of context can create interesting fiction. After all, that’s how gossip works.
Close enough.
If this sounds like a writing exercise you’d like to try, I’ve decided to help get you started with five pieces of overheard conversation.
1. “If you don’t take the batteries out then it’ll turn on in your backpack.” This could be in reference to just about anything electronic with removable batteries, but I like to think they were discussing vibrators. Makes the conversation a bit more interesting.
2. “Man, if we hadn’t been in jail this weekend we could’ve gotten chimichangas.” A friend of mine overheard this one and I have to say, at least their priorities are in order.
Chimichangas > Jail
3. “You don’t really know someone until you’re fisting them.” I overheard this chat between two men while working as a cocktail waitress, and it’s one of the few times that I was left speechless. I suppose, however, that they could have a valid point.
4. “I just think that humans have a more meaningful existence than chimps, you know? It’s just better to be a human.” I heard this one in a bar as well (surprising, I know). It wasn’t worth it to get involved, but I can think of a few apes that might disagree with this drunken philosopher.
"Let's talk 'meaningful existence', you damn dirty humans."
5. “It’s all about penis! Penis, penis, penis! Penis all the time!” Again, I overheard this being shouted in a bar. I’m not really sure how this could inspire something other than erotica, but if you do, let me know. I might be willing to share the title of Next Great American Author with you (maybe).
These are just a few of the delightful gems I’ve come across, but there are so many out there so long as you don’t have ethical qualms about listening to other people’s conversations. I figure that if people are in public, then there’s no such thing as a private conversation but, however, I draw the line at phone tapping or reading text messages. That’s crazy behavior.






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8 Common Tattoos That Don't Mean What You Think


I love tattoos. I love the history, I love the different styles, the techniques, all of it. I have several tattoos with plans for many, many more and I often put them on display. I paid a lot of money for the artistry on my skin and dammit I’m going to show them off. As a result, I get a lot of questions about my tattoos. A common question people ask me is if I think I’ll be able to get a job being as tattooed as I am (ironically, I’m most often asked this while I’m at work). I don’t anticipate my tattoos being an issue because I don’t plan to tattoo my hands or throat. Besides, if my writing the next Great American Novel pans out the way I want it to, then I won’t have to worry about my tattoos at all because I’ll work from home and, as far as I know, the dogs won’t judge me.
Much.
Tattoos are becoming much more mainstream in Western culture these days and at times it almost feels like more of a surprise when I come across someone who doesn’t have any work done. I’ve noticed that a lot of the same tattoos tend to be on a lot of different people, so I’ve compiled a list of eight common tattoos with “what you think they say about you” versus “what they actually say about you.”
1. Any Kanji Symbol
What You Think It Says: “I’m so deep and am invoking ancient traditions into my honor code through a tattoo meaning ‘courage.’”
What It Actually Says: “I picked a flash tattoo off the wall of the shop that supposedly means ‘courage,’ but actually means ‘pig ass.’”

2. Anything in a Language in Which You Are Not Fluent
What You Think It Says: “My worldly and cultured turn of phrase inked on my skin elevates me above your English ‘live, laugh, love’ tattoo. Perhaps I acquired it during time spent abroad? I’m fascinating!”
What It Actually Says: “PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MY WORLDLY AND CULTURED TATTOO! I WANT TO IMPRESS YOU WITH MY KNOWLEDGE OF THREE OR FOUR WORDS IN A LANGUAGE THAT’S NOT MY OWN!”

3. Dolphin
What You Think It Says: “I am a beautiful snowflake connected with the vast mysteries of the ocean and these highly intelligent creatures.”
What It Actually Means: “I got drunk during my spring break trip to Rocky Point and made regrettable decisions.”

4. Religious Imagery
"I died for this?"
What You Think It Says: “The faith I carry at the core of my being is so omnipresent in my life that I wear it on my skin as a physical sign of my devotion.”
What It Actually Says: “I love God so much I got him permanently marked on my body! What, you just served at a soup kitchen? Yeah, that’s not on your body forever so it doesn’t count. God loves me more.”

5. A Pair of Cherries
What You Think It Says: “Tee hee! I’m sweet but maybe just a little bit naughty!”
What It Actually Says: “I’m sixteen and coordinate all of my belongings with merchandise from Claire’s Accessories. Also, you might want to get tested because you are not the first in line for this ride.”

6. Tribal Anything
What You Think It Says: “I am hardcore with primitive, animal instincts. I am a tiger in the sack.”
What It Actually Says: “I’m in a frat and the only thing I did to earn this tribal piece that symbolizes becoming a man is do a bunch of Jello shots and complete a dare involving peanut butter and a code of silence.”
7. Your Significant Other’s Name
What You Think It Says: “My love for this person is true and everlasting. Nothing will ever tear us asunder and I will bear witness to our love until the end of time!”
What It Actually Says: “This will be really awkward to explain to my next significant other.”

8. Your Own Initials/Name/Face
What You Think It Says: “I’m so awesome I needed a tattoo of me, on me!”
What It Actually Says: “This is how people will be able to identify me after the hooker steals my wallet.”

While I jest and lovingly mock these types of tattoos, it ultimately doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks of your tattoos. If the tattoo is important to you, then everyone else, smartass writers included, can suck it. Heck, I even have a couple of the aforementioned designs (not the cherries).
My first tattoo.
If you’re one of the untattooed freaks of the world, then I think it’s important to remember the words of Norman Collins, better known as Sailor Jerry: “If you don’t think you have balls enough to wear a tattoo, don’t get one, but don’t try to make excuses for yourself by knocking the fellow who does.” That sorority girl in your English 105 class might have a tramp stamp of a unicorn, but she decided, however inebriated, that she was willing to commit to that thing for life while you can’t even commit to a favorite brand of soda.
The eternal struggle.



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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

10 Ways to Piss Off a Barista


If you fancy yourself a writer, chances are you have spent some time writing in a coffee shop. You, sitting there with your Macbook Pro, typing away while the other customers are most assuredly peeking at you over their newspapers thinking, “Wow, they must be writing the next great American novel! And I get to watch!”
I’m not judging. I’ve done it, too. Sometimes the walls of my apartment start to close in and I have to get out before I go crazy. I try to focus on writing and all I can see are dirty dishes, unwashed laundry, smudged mirrors, and the sad faces of my dogs begging for love and attention.
Copyright: Jon Bannon Photography
If this doesn't make you sad then you have no soul.
But while I’ve spent my fair share of time publicly writing the next great American novel, I’ve also spent a significant amount of time on the other side of the bar as a barista (a fledgling writer working in a coffee shop? No! Go on!). If your barista is somewhat grumpy, it’s entirely possible that it has nothing to do with you. Maybe they’re having a bad day, maybe their cat is sick, maybe they got another publishing rejection letter for their Twilight fan fiction novel. Perhaps it has nothing to do with you.
However.
Sometimes it’s not your barista. Sometimes it’s you. Check the following list and find out if you’re guilty of any of these practices, which could cause your barista to kill you off in her next book.
1. Show up before the coffee shop opens.
It seems like fairly simple logic: if the open sign is turned off and the current time is outside the posted hours, the shop isn’t open. On a few occasions when I was a barista, I’d have customers wander in and demand (because no one asks nicely anymore) coffee while I was still counting the register and the chairs were all still up on the tables. Not wanting to turn away business, I’d serve them, but I hit my limit the day one of the customers said rudely, “Um, just so you know, your open sign is off. Did you know that?”
Yes, yes I did. Idiot.
2. Take twenty minutes to order during the morning rush.
Unless you’ve never heard of coffee before, you most likely have a general idea of what you like to drink when you visit a coffee shop. What drove me up a wall were the customers who stood in line staring at the menu but when they got up to the register and I asked them what they would like to drink, they stared at me as if I had just asked them to recite the periodic table backwards. In Aramaic.
3. Ask for a job during the morning rush. The coffee shop I worked in was located near a high school and one morning during a particularly busy rush, one of the high school kids started banging on the counter and shouted, “Hey! HEY!” When I looked over at him he asked, “Are you hiring?” Not anymore, sparky.
4. Actually, anything during a rush other than politely ordering your coffee. If I have a line of six or seven coffee cups at the espresso machine during a rush, I don’t really have time to deal with you repeating, “But I just really need a banana!” over and over even though I’ve already explained to you that we don’t carry fresh fruit, but there’s a grocery store literally one hundred feet from our front door.
This seriously happened to me.
5. Screw up your own drink order.
You are a special snowflake with very specific likes and dislikes. You, of all people, should know what these are and be able to correctly order your own coffee. I once had a girl come in and spend ten minutes ordering her coffee and tweaking it to her exact specifications. I delivered her drink, she squealed with delight, and she pranced about on her merry way. Ten minutes later, and with the drink half gone, she came back up to the bar and requested I remake the drink with soy because she “like, totally forgot she doesn’t like milk.”
6. Have inappropriate volume control.
Either end of the spectrum is really unnecessary. Shouting at me as if I’m deaf is uncalled for as is whispering inaudibly. The latter happened with startling regularity which would result in me practically lying on the counter top, close enough to qualify as a prom night backseat in an effort to hear an inaudible customer. Speak at a normal volume. Pretend like we’re having a real conversation during a real human interaction.
7. Try to best the barista with your coffee knowledge.
I can’t even count the number of times that I had customers try and “quiz me” on coffee history and terminology in an effort to try and one up me and feel superior to the underpaid barista pulling their espresso. Yes, you obnoxious prat, I know what a true macchiato is. Stop challenging me for the smug satisfaction you might get from smiling pettily at the rest of the coffee line. It only makes me want to spit in your drink.
8. Explain to the barista how to make a basic espresso drink.
I know how to make a freaking latte. Trust me, I’m a professional.
9. Make stupid requests about things you want to see in the shop.If you work in a coffee shop, especially when you move higher up in management, you tend to be open to new ideas for ways to improve the business because hey, good ideas can come from anywhere. Stupid ideas, however, are best kept to yourself. I once had a high maintenance regular request we put an exercise bike in the shop so when she wanted to take a study break, she could hope on the bike for five minutes. You want to take a study break? Walk outside. Want to ride an exercise bike? Buy one and study at home.
Fun fact: exercise + coffee = vomit. For reals.
10. Don’t tip.
It seems that a lot of people are unaccustomed to tipping for coffee which, in a Starbucks world, I get. Why tip someone who pushed a button on a machine? However, if you go to a coffee shop where the baristas manually pull shots and put forth some real effort in your drink, throw them a buck or two. Baristas endure a lot of crap from high maintenance customers and an appreciative tip goes a long way to improving their minimum wage day. Plus, they might stop making fun of you while you write for attention in the shop.
For more ways to piss off your barista, check out Conversations I Want to Have with Customers.


This article was previously published by Eat Your Serial.

Shameless Self-Promotion and Book Whoring


On the days that I crawl out of the cave of beer and corn chips that I call my “office,” I will on occasion meet new people who, in the course of polite conversation, will ask about what I do for work. I’ll usually describe my job that pays my rent and utilities and then, almost as an afterthought, I’ll mention that I write. Although I know it’s weird, I have a hard time describing myself as a writer. This is probably due to the large number of people I know who call themselves writers, but seem to be far more interested in the lifestyle of a writer, or at least what they perceive to be the lifestyle of a writer. This usually amounts to imagining themselves to be the lovechildren of Hunter S. Thompson and Ernest Hemingway while drinking and smoking, but doing very little writing other than making sure you watch them write three or four words in their barely used Moleskin notebooks.
"Okay, repeat our conversation, but slower this time. I want to make sure I suck all the fun out of our interaction."
This is something, however, that I will need to get over because in order to succeed as a writer, I need to be able to promote my work and myself. I had this fantasy of a large publishing house with a massive marketing department doing this kind of thing for me, but alas, Random House is not yet banging down my door (Yet. They’ll come around). This means that it’s up to me and shameless self-promotion to get people to buy my book because really, I can only rely on my family to buy so many copies, and my dogs are lazy and haven’t gotten jobs so it’s not like they can bump up my numbers on Amazon (plus they’re not great with computers).
Pictured: Not my dog.
Even though I’m sure that writing is what I want to do, it’s still hard to get up the nerve to promote my stuff. I looked into hiring a publicist to do this kind of thing for me, but their services are much more expensive than I expected. This isn’t to say I don’t understand because hey, we’ve all gotta make a buck, but it gets a little disheartening after a while. I want to promote my work but I also don’t want to end up as that person whose emails get automatically filtered into the spam box either.
DID YOU BUY IT YET?!?!?!?!?!?!11
What I really should do is recruit people younger than me who are vastly more popular on the Internet to promote my writing, like my niece and nephew. My nephew has made real money through his Youtube videos (something I didn’t think was actually possible) and my niece is far more popular than I could ever hope to be. She has over 2,500 Facebook friends and she can post something like “It’s hot today,” and she’ll have 47 people like it within the first ten seconds. I totally get why she’s so popular: she’s pretty, smart, kind, and really funny; it’s just weird to come to terms with the fact that I will never be as popular as a teenager, even if my dreams of becoming the Next Great American Writer come true and my book lands at the top of the New York Times bestseller list with an Oprah sticker on the cover.
Pictured: Me
So, what is a self-conscious writer to do? The way I see it, I basically have two options: one, I can continue to be afraid to promote myself and turn into one of the “writers” I mentioned earlier with a Moleskin notebook and fantasies filled with typewriters, cigars and scotch.
Mmm . . . scotch.
Or, two, I can get over myself and learn to embrace the shameless self-promotion and whoring of my book that come with the territory of being a new writer. Does it feel weird and narcissistic? Yes, yes it does. But have I sold copies of my book by throwing my dignity aside and promoting my book to strangers? Yes, yes I have.
This book has been known to increase sexual prowess and attractiveness in those who purchase it.
Sound too good to be true? Only one way to find out!
Self-promotion can be hard, but it’s how you get yourself out there when you’re a new writer. Learn to embrace how ridiculous you feel and it’ll get easier with time.
Oops, too late.




This article was previously published by Eat Your Serial.

Finally, a Use for Justin Bieber


When I sat down to write this piece about using music as inspiration, I knew I needed the right music to set the mood. However, I wasn’t sure exactly what I needed to feel in order to write a blog post about inspiration. Something inspiring, obviously. Overwhelmed by too many choices on iTunes, I instead turned to the limited vinyl collection of my Dreadhead Husband and me. It’s mostly filled with Zeppelin and Beatles albums (and the solo albums that followed), as well as a healthy dose of Supertramp, but I found what I felt I needed: The Jimi Hendrix Experience. I flipped to side two, set the needle in the groove, and sat back as the opening chords of “The Wind Cries Mary” crawled out of the speakers.
Aaah.
My mind cleared and it felt like all the clowns had gone to bed.
The use of music as writing inspiration was first introduced to me in college during a workshop. My teacher, the extremely talented Dan Crawley, would play a song or two at the start of class and told us to write something—anything. When I stopped worrying about producing perfectly polished prose, I found myself creating some surprising passages of writing. Intrigued by this exercise, I started experimenting outside of class. I found that music had a way of unblocking my mind when I had written a story into a corner. Certain fictional situations felt enhanced by the music to which I listened: Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” for a high school party, “Black and Gold” by Sam Sparro for a nightclub, and, perhaps my favorite instance of musical inspiration, “Brooklyn” by Buckcherry. Wanting one day to write, but feeling utterly uninspired, I put on that song and let my mind go. Almost immediately I had the mental picture of a young guy walking down a New York City street, and from his strut, I just knew he’d gotten laid. From that simple idea, inspired by a song, a novel bloomed forth.
What does this have to do with anything? Who cares if I find music inspiring? What does it matter if an upbeat song by Buckcherry spawned what could possibly be the next great American novel?
My only point is that it worked for me. If you're interested in writing, then the next time you feel stuck (and there will be a next time, there always is), try listening to a song. Pick one that expresses the mood that you want to convey, or just pick that really irritating song that’s stuck in your head on that particular day (Justin Bieber could finally have a purpose). You have nothing to lose, especially if you’re stuck, and the results could surprise you.



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Snow White and the Seven Disorders

The other day I was sitting on my couch watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (I suspect I’ve never actually progressed past the age of seven).  As I watched, I started to wonder about the dwarfs. Why do they all live together in the middle of the woods? I suppose it makes sense to be near the mines where they work, but didn’t they ever want to branch out of their little house? Meet some new people? Go to a movie or a brothel or whatever the local entertainment may be?

No judgement.


The more I thought about the dwarfs, the more I realized that there might be an explanation for their behaviors. So, I have compiled a list of the seven dwarfs and the mental disorders they could potentially suffer from.



Name: Sneezy
Potential Disorder: Hypochondria
Explanation: Sneezy is, as his name implies, always sneezing. Perhaps he just has really bad allergies, but I think it’s more than that. There’s a lot of pressure for him to live up to his name so what if he were to get better? He would have to go through an identity overhaul. He could change his name, but it might sound a little odd if the seven dwarfs were Sleepy, Dopey, Doc, Happy, Bashful, Grumpy, and Frank. No, I think Sneezy keeps himself in a perpetual state of sickness by fixating on his nose because he’s afraid of what might happen if he didn’t.
Other Possible Cause: Cocaine. Look at that nose.



Name: Sleepy
Potential Disorder: Idiopathic Hypersomnia
Explanation: This disorder is defined as excessive sleeping without an obvious cause. Sleepy is always asleep–doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a sentence. If he needs to sleep then your voice is either tuned out or incorporated into his dreams, causing him to later awaken and wonder why he dreamed about last night’s episode of Glee.
Other Possible Cause: Ambien or some other addiction to sleeping pills.



Name: Dopey
Potential Disorder: Mutism
Explanation: This is a disorder which is characterized by an individual being unable or unwilling to speak for over a month. There’s the possibility and Dopey is just dumb, but perhaps everyone thinks he’s dumb because he won’t speak. One day he’ll decide to speak and the other dwarfs will be shocked into silence as Dopey explains theories to them that make Stephen Hawking look like he is a few crayons short of a full box.
Other Possible Cause: Marijuana. His iPod should be checked for Steve Miller Band.



Name: Happy
Potential Disorder: Bipolar Disorder
Explanation: At first I wasn’t sure that Happy had a psychological disorder. After all, isn’t being happy the goal in a lot of cases? His excessive happiness had me wondering until I came across Bipolar Disorder. While Happy only appears to exhibit the manic highs and not the depressive lows in his temperament, we never see him at all times of the day. For all we know, whenever he’s off camera he could have locked himself in the bathroom where he sobs and writes sad poetry.
Other Possible Cause: Ecstacy. It could even make you love techno music.


Name: Bashful
Potential Disorder: Social Anxiety Disorder
Explanation: This disorder is an excessive self-consciousness and shyness in social situations. Physical symptoms can include blushing, a pounding heart, upset stomach, and diarrhea. If Bashful suffers from the last two physical symptoms, I think he has bigger problems than red cheeks.
Other Possible Cause: Not sure. If anything, I’d say he needs to borrow from Dopey’s stash, but with Bashful’s luck, that would just make him paranoid.



Name: Grumpy
Potential Disorder: Intermittent Explosive Disorder
Explanation: This disorder is characterized by excessive anger or rage with a hair trigger. It’s most commonly seen on Internet message boards. Someone makes an innocent comment about their favorite sports team and someone lashes out with a message typed in all caps to fully express their rage over someone liking the Raiders (although the Raiders do suck). Although Grumpy isn’t clogging up message boards with his unnecessary anger (only because the dwarfs’ house doesn’t have WiFi), he still manages to find the dark cloud around the silver lining.
Other Possible Cause: Alcohol. He’d be one of those mean drunks that would pick a fight with you for looking at his woman.



Name: Doc
Potential Disorder: ???????
Explanation: My first thought was to characterize Doc as obsessive compulsive because he’s a perfectionist, but the lack of rituals leads me to believe he’s just anal-retentive. In spite of these tendencies, Doc appears to be the most well-adjusted of all the dwarfs. However, those are the ones to watch. Whenever someone snaps and shoots up the office, it’s usually that guy next door that everyone said seemed like a nice, normal neighbor. Doc could just snap one day under the pressure of having to wrangle all the other dwarfs and keep them in check.
Other Possible Causes: All of the aforementioned substances. Doc’s sanity and stress level seem to walk a very fine line.





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