Friday, January 29, 2010

American History through American Photographers


I'm a firm believer in the saying "A picture speaks a thousand words". In this blog post, I have documented American's history through significant photographers and their photos. I have divided the sections by photographic themes. If you notice any significant events missing and/or any inaccurate dates/information, please comment and I will try to fix it. Most of the photos are historically significant, but I have tried to go for more artsy photos than not. It's likely this thing'll give me a hard time when I attempt to post it, but hopefully you'll be able to click on the photos to make them bigger. 

CIVIL WAR, 1861-1865 - The War between the North and the South over the issue of slavery. The North was led by Abraham Lincoln, the South by Jefferson Davis. Obviously, the North won, because who's ever heard of Jefferson Davis? The war began when Republican abolitionist Abraham Lincoln was elected president against the South's will. The South almost immediately seceded from the Union. When the war was over, slavery was abolished and the reconstruction began. Unfortunately, African-Americans were still discriminated against until nearly a hundred years later.

FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: Mathew Brady and Alexander Gardener

Mathew Brady started as a portrait photographer of many famous people, and then brought his photo studio to the battlefield with the beginning of the Civil War. He himself did not go out on the battlefield much, on account of his failing eyesight, instead, he sent several young photographers out to capture images of the battles of the Civil War. These men included Alexander Gardner, James Gardner, Timothy H. O'Sullivan, William Pywell, George N. Barnard, Thomas C. Roche, and others.

Alexander Gardener left Mathew Brady, probably annoyed that the man gave himself all the credit for his apprentice’s work. He went on to photograph the Battle of Gettysburg, later he took the last photo of Lincoln before the president’s assassination, and photographs of the conspirators of the assassination.



Abraham Lincoln, 16th president of the United States (March 1861- April 1865), led the North against the South in the Civil War. He was assassinated right after the war ended. (Mathew Brady)

Civil War battlefield, (Mathew Brady... accepting credit, apparently, for Timothy O'Sullivan)


Confederate dead behind a stone-wall at Fredericksburg, VA. (Mathew Brady)


Gettysburg, PA, a dead confederate soldier in Devil's Den (Alexander Gardener)


John Wilkes Booth, the actor who assassinated Abraham Lincoln in Ford's Theater a mere four days after Robert E. Lee surrendered. (Alexander Gardener)

FACTORY WORKERS, etc. - This is around the Gilded age & the Progressive era of the USA. During the Gilded age hundreds of thousands of immigrants migrated to America. Most of these people ended up in the big cities and worked at factories. They lived in filthy conditions with sometimes over 4,000 people stuffed into just one city block. Corrupt machine bosses, such as boss Tweed, helped the immigrants in exchange for their votes in order to gain power. These men often made millions off of taxpayer dollars. Men such as Rockefeller and Andrew Carnegie invented vertical & horizontal integration, by which the entire work of a factory, from mining to selling, was combined in one company, making goods cheaper. During the Progressive Era, people worked to expose the corrupt workings of politics. Women's suffrage and other civil rights movements also characterized this era.

FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: Jacob Riis and Lewis Hine

Jacob Riis was another social reformer and photographer. He focused mainly on improving conditions in the tenement slums of NY City. His book, "How The Other Half Lives", he wrote to raise awareness of the deplorable conditions in the city.

Lewis Hine, a progressives, started out as a teacher, before realizing his real talent lay in photojournalism. He was hired by the National Child Labor Committee to photograph children workers in their petition for child labor laws. He photographed for the American Red Cross relief in Europe and later he was hired to photograph the building of the Empire State Building.



1888
"Bandit's Roost, from How the Other Half Lives. This image is Bandit's Roost at 59½ Mulberry Street, considered the most crime-ridden, dangerous part of New York City." (Jacob Riis)

1889
"Italian Mother and Baby, Ragpicker"(Jacob Riis)

Mullen's Alley (Jacob Riis)

1889
"Five Cent Lodging" (Jacob Riis)

1890
"Minding Baby, Cherry Hill"(Jacob Riis)


1910
“Joseph Severio, peanut vender, age 11 [seen with photographer Hine]. Been pushing a cart 2 years. Out after midnight on May 21, 1910. Ordinarily works 6 hours per day. Works of his own volution. All earnings go to his father. Wilmington, Del.” – (Lewis Hine’s original caption. Click this to see more of his photos.)

An eleven-year-old factory girl catches a glimpse of life outside. Rhodes Mfg. Co. Lincolnton, N.C. (Lewis Hine)

 
 February 1910
Addie Card, twelve year old spinner. (Lewis Hine)


1930
Workers sitting on a steel beam of the Empire State Building. (Lewis Hine)

1930
Working on the Empire State Building (Lewis Hine)

NY City stickball game. (Lewis Hine)

March 25, 1911
Triangle Shirtwaist factory fire victims. 146 people, mostly women, died. This incident led to improved factory safety standards. (Brown Brothers, Sterling, Penn.)


USA NATIONAL PARKS and INDIANS: Photographs of the midwest parks like the Grand Canyon, Yosemite, etc, and of the American Indians. (See photographer profiles).

FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: Edward Curtis and Ansel Adams 

Edward Curtis (1868 - 1952) was another photographer Midwest photographer who focused mainly on the Native American people. In 1906, J.P. Morgan offered Curtis $75,000 to photograph the Native Americans and their traditions before their way of life faded away. He took over 40,000 photos of more than 80 tribes, and wrote biographical sketches of many Indian chiefs.

Ansel Adams (1902- 1984), was a photographer and environmentalist, famous for his photos of the American midwest.


1909?
I have decided to add a photo of Theodore Roosevelt, 26th President of the US (1901-1909), a conservationist president who set apart a lot of land out west for National Parks. This is a photo of him on safari in Africa after his presidential term.


(Edward Curtis, Self Portrait)

1904
Navajo in Canyon De Chelly. (Edward Curtis)

1908
White-Man-Runs-Him, a Crow scout who served in the US Army. (Edward Curtis)

1910
Nez Perce Warrior on Horseback. (Edward Curtis)

Jicarilla maiden (Edward Curtis)

Taos Water Girls. (Edward Curtis)

Dancing to an Eclipsed Moon. (Edward Curtis)

"Oasis" (Edward Curtis)


1923
A Smokey Day at the Sugar Bowl - Hupa. (Edward Curtis)


1944
Clearing Winter Storm, Yosemite, CA


Moon and Half DomeYosemite, CA

1942
White House Ruins

1951
Pasture, Sonama County, Ca

1960
Redwoods, Bull Creek Flat, CA


1942
Moonrise, Hernandez

1942
The Tentons and Snake River


HINDENBURG - A large German airship, it flew from March 1936 to May 6, 1937. On May 6th it caught on fire at the end of its transatlantic journey, in NJ. I am just putting this here because these are awesome photos.

May 6, 1937
(Murray Becker)


May 6, 1937
Fall of the Hindenburg


GREAT DEPRESSION - began with the stock market crash of 1929, and lasted until America joined WWII. In the USA, unemployment raised to 25%. The country was not helped by the Dust Bowl, caused by drought and erosion in the Midwest, which displaced hundreds of thousands from their now useless, windblown farms. (Please note that the photos in this section overlap with WWII, the next section, although all of these are on the same subject matter. I also happen to be a bit of a photo enthusiast and may have gotten a little bit carried away with this particular section (and no doubt others when I get to them. ;) )

FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHERS: Dorothea Lange and Jack Delano

Dorothea Lange, a well-known photographer of the Great Depression, also started as a portrait photographer in her own personal studio. She only took one class in photography, and mostly learned by working for various photographers in her area. Later she started working for SERA (State Emergency Relief Administration) with Paul Taylor, whom she later married. After that she worked for FSA (Farm Security Administration), to show the country the destitute migrant workers. At the beginning of the US entry into WWII, she was also hired to take photos of Japanese being evacuated. To see more of her photos, click here.

Jack Delano was another photographer for the FSA to help raise awareness of conditions. He went on a 1941 trip to Puerto Rico for FSA and when the FSA was dumped by the government he went on to be a musical composer. To see more of his photos click here.)

If you want to see other photos by FSA photographers of the Depression/Civil War, try Walker EvansGordon Parks, Sheldon Dick, Russell Lee, John Vachon, Marion Post Wolcott, Carl Mydans (Photos here) and Arthur Rothstein. (Please note I haven't done a lot of research on these persons but in my search stumbled upon them and their interesting photos.)


March 1936
"Migrant Mother", Florence Owens Thompson, a destitute pea-picker with seven children, became the face of the Depression when photographed by (Dorothea Lange).

1933
A man at White Angel Bread Line. (Dorothea Lange)

Children of migratory parents. (Dorothea Lange)

Children living in camp, CA. (Dorothea Lange)

1939
Sick Migrant Child, Wash. (Dorothea Lange)

1936
"People living in miserable poverty, Shacktown, Oklahoma. (Dorothea Lange)



1940
A little girl washing eggs for sale at a nearby Farmers co-op, Penn. (Jack Delano)

Waiting room of Union Station, Chicago, IL. (Jack Delano)

Mrs. Estell Wilson, Conn. (Jack Delano)

1941
Foggy Night, New Bedford, Mass.

Locomotive shop (Jack Delano)

1942
Children in Puerto Rico. (Jack Delano)

1940
Family in NC. (Jack Delano)

1942
"American Gothic", government cleaning woman Ella Watson (Gordon Parks)

Sharecropper (Walker Evans)

1935
Allie Mae Burroughs (Walker Evans)

1938
(Original Caption) "Negroes talking on porch of small store near Jeanerette, Louisiana." (Russell Lee

1942
American Shepherd, Montana (Russell Lee)


World War II (1939 - 1945) - The War, involving almost the entire world, between Germany, Japan and other Axis forces against UK, USSR and other Allied forces (Scroll to bottom to see list of countries joined). The War began when Adolph Hitler and Germany invaded Poland. The United States was hesitant about joining the war until the attack on Pearl Harbor, which enraged and convinced the USA to join the Allied forces. On June 6, 1944, D-day, Allied forces invaded French and pushed back the German forces until the German forces surrendered on May 7th, 8th (VE, Victory in Europe day) and 11th, 1945 (different places/armies). The Allied forces then demanded Japan to surrender; when they didn't, the USA dropped atomic bombs on both Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Afterwards, Japan finally surrendered. (Yes, I know, I'm leaving things out. How about YOU try to right a summary of WWII, bub!)

FEATURED PHOTOGRAPHER: Alfred Eisenstaedt and Various

Alfred Eisenstaedt took the famous VJ day photo of the sailor kissing the nurse. He was a LIFE photographer. I highly recommend looking at his photos: here... mostly because I like them and am really sad I can't fit them in this blog post.

Various: Because this was a WORLD war, many of the photos here are not taken by an particular person. Instead I have tried to find the most iconic, artistic, and monumental photos possible.

December 7, 1941
The bombing by Japanese at Pearl Harbor first incited the USA to join the war. This led, unfortunately, to Japanese Americans being prosecuted for their ethnicity. Many Japanese Americans were sent to Japanese Internment camps.

Winston Churchill, Prime Minister and leader of England during WWII. (Yousuf Karsh)

November 28 - December 1, 1943
The "Big Three", leaders of the Allies, Churchill (UK), Roosevelt (US) and Stalin (USSR) at the Tehran conference.
Adolf Hitler, visiting Paris. (One curious little fact, did you know that Adolph Hitler was an artist? Maybe if he had gotten into art school none of this ever would have happened. Just goes to show, even the most infamous and cruel dictator of the century can paint beautiful, peaceful scenes.)

November 8, 1942
Operation Torch, landing on French controlled North Africa.

June 6, 1944
Invasion of Normandy, code name Operation Overlord. Allied troops moving in on D-day at Omaha beach.

June 6, 1944
Invasion of Normandy, code name Operation Overlord. Allied troops moving in on D-day at Omaha beach.

June 6, 1944
Invasion of Normandy, code name Operation Overlord. Allied troops moving in on D-day at Omaha beach. An interesting story about this photo (and the other 11 photos that survived). The photographer, Robert Capa, who swam with the soldiers to the beach, took 106 photos but due to a darkroom mistake only 11 survived. (Robert Capa)

October 20, 1944
Battle of Leyte, General Douglas MacArthur walking to shore. The Battle of Leyte was part of the Pacific campaign to gain control of the Phillipines.

January, 1945
Children in Auschwitz concentration camp rescued by the Red Army.

1945
Holocast victims at the Ebensee, Austria concentration camp. (Samuelson)


May 8, 1945
Winston Churchill pronouncing VE day (Victory in Europe).

February 19, 1945
The Battle of Iwo Jima, where the USA fought against the Japanese to win control of two airfields on the island. This photo, taken by (Joe Rosenthal), is of 5 Marines and one Navy Corpsman raising the US flag on Mt. Suribachi. Joe Rosenthal later said, when asked about his photo, "I took the picture, the Marines took Iwo Jima." (Joe Rosenthal)

I'm sorry. I had to. Albert Einstein shows that genius' can have a sense of humor. In all seriousness, Albert Einstein was one of the many scientists in the race to create the atomic bomb. (Which you should know if you've ever watched 5 minutes of any history program on tv.)

Crew of the Enola Gay, which dropped "Little boy" on Hiroshima.

August 6, 1945
The Hiroshima atom bomb went off at 8:15 Hiroshima time. (I love this photo. <3 )

August 9, 1945
Atomic bombing of Nagasaki, which led to the Japanese surrender.

August 14, 1945
Sailor kissing a nurse in Times Square after the president announced VJ (Victory over Japan) day. Apparently the photographer was taking photos when he saw a sailor running around kissing every woman in sight. He took a picture of the man kissing a nurse. It is one of the most famous photos shown by LIFE magazine. (Alfred Eisenstaedt)

A mother and her child in the desolate landscape of post-bombed Hiroshima Japan. (Alfred Eisenstaedt)

"The right photograph shows the shadow made by the heat rays. This place is about 800 meters from the hypocenter, and the unshielded asphalt surface was scorched, whereas the surface shielded by the handrail appears to be a whitish shadow."- (This is a direct quote from a website I found.)



AFRICAN-AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT - Ever since the end of the Civil War, African-Americans, while free, still were discriminated against in many ways. This movement, lead by Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, W.E.B. Debois and others, gradually led to the US outlawing racial discrimination. (Please note this overlaps with JFK's Presidency and the Moon landing.)

FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHER: Flip Schulke and Various

Flip Schulke was a LIFE photographer who photographed many famous people, including JFK, Martin Luther King, Muhammad Ali and Jacques Cousteau. Unfortunately, the miracle Wikipedia does not have any information on him, but luckily, I happen to own his book.

Various: Many of these photos are taken by other people.... Yeah.


February 22, 1956
Rosa Parks being fingerprinted for organizing the Montgomery Bus Boycott (she and other African Americans had started this boycott because of the unfair and unequal treatment in Montgomery buses after Rosa was arrested for sitting in "white" seating on a bus.)

December 21, 1956
Rosa Parks celebrates Supreme Court ruling that segregation is illegal on buses by sitting in the front of the bus in Montgomery, Alabama.


September 4, 1957
Elizabeth Eckford, one of the Little Rock Nine, a group of African-American students who first entered the newly unsegregated Little Rock School. The group had to be escorted in by the army because of the violent protests (Sep. 25). The girl shouting is Hazel Massery. (Will Counts)


Spring 1960
Ruby Bridges, the first African-American student to enter all-white William Frantz elementary school, is escorted to school. Her father lost his job because of it, and many parents removed their children from the school when the 6yr old started attending. Only one of the teachers would teach her, and no other students would be in the same classroom with her. Also portrayed in Norman Rockwell’s “The Problem We All Live With”.

June 15, 1963
Myrlie Evers mourns at her husband’s funeral. Medgar Evers was a African-American civil rights activist who was shot at his home in Jackson, Miss., by a member of the Klu Klux Klan. (Flip Schulke)

August 28, 1963
Martin Luther King Jr., the famous African American civil-rights leader, activist, and preacher. He helped organize the Montgomery Bus Boycott and the March on Washington, etc. (Flip Schulke)

August 28, 1963
Martin Luther King Jr. giving his famous "I have a dream." speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. (Flip Schulke)



Coretta Scott King at her husband's funeral; he was assassinated April 4, 1968 in Memphis, Tenn.


JOHN F. KENNEDY, democrat, was the 35th President of the United States (1961- 1963). "Events during his administration include the Bay of Pigs Invasion, the Cuban Missile Crisis, the building of the Berlin Wall, the Space Race, the African American Civil Rights Movement and early events of the Vietnam War."... or at least, that's what Wiki says. He was assassinated on Nov. 22, 1963, by Lee Harvey Oswald, at 46yrs old. (Please note this overlaps with the Moon Landings and the American Civil Rights Movement.) 

John F. Kennedy

1960
John and Jacquelyn Kennedy, NYC.


JFK greeting the masses.

John Kennedy Jr. peeking out from beneath his father's desk in the Oval Office.

November 22, 1963
Newspapers proclaim JFK's assasination

November 22, 1963
Newspapers proclaim JFK's assasination

November 25, 1963
JFK Jr, saluting his father's casket



ONE SMALL STEP FOR A MAN
ONE GREAT LEAP FOR MANKIND - The Space race between the USSR and the USA to place the first man on the moon. We won. ;) I apologize sincerely if the dates here are wrong... some sources claimed different dates. (Please note this overlaps with JFK's Presidency and the American Civil Rights Movement.)

FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHER: NASA (National Aeronautics and Space Administration) - An agency of the government concerned with outer space.

July 19, 1969
Apollo 11 takeoff.

The Blue Marble, Apollo 17

24, December 1968
Earthrise, Apollo 8, taken by Bill Anders.

First footprint on the moon,
it will last forever.

July 11, 1969
Buzz Aldrin saluting with the US flag on the moon.

July 20, 1969
Buzz Aldrin on the moon.

11, February 1984
Bruce McCandless II outside US Space Shuttle Challenger.

So, I hope you've enjoyed my presentation of American Photographers over the ages. My sources included Wikipedia and whatever books I happened to have lying around the house: Witness to Our Times (Flip Schulke) by Flip Shulke, America through the Lens by Martin Sandler (I didn't use this book very much, fyi), and Restless Spirit (Dorothea Lange) by Elizabeth Partridge. And, of course, thank you to the countless websites I pulled photos from.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Books > Tv

This is a poem by Roald Dahl that I just discovered... and love. I'm the bookworm in my family.

"Mike Teavee" (named after the character in Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", a boy obsessed with television.)

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

The Pocket Watch - (for Halloween)

I didn't intentionally write this for Halloween, but I thought I might as well put it up. I wrote this as an assignment for an American short story class last year. Try to guess what short story author I'm trying to imitate.


 The Pocket-watch

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The Clock
Never
Stops.

I Hope.

I lay awake that night; as I did every night, sweat beading on my brow as I listened to the gold-gilded pocket-watch tick next to my ear. Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Every tick a boon. Every tock a gift of life. I breathed to its rhythm, in, out, in, out, tick, tock, tick, tock. I moaned as I tossed and turned in my bed, my mind at last traveling away from here and now, but not in the direction I wished.

I went back. The butler had disturbed my dance, saying there was someone at the door who wouldn’t leave until I came. Exasperated, I followed him. There she was, standing at the door of my mansion. If only I had let her in! “Would you give a poor old lady shelter from the storm?” she asked, pleadingly. If only I had said yes! But no, my memory would only tell the truth, no matter how long or hard I tried to change it. “No, why should I, hag?” I replied, turning away. “Very well,” she answered back, her voice suddenly harshly cruel and strong. “The pocket-watch,” she said.  I turned back to the witch.  I glanced down at it, then my prized possession.  It hung at my side every day, on my bedside table every night. Although I shall admit I got it by rather unscrupulous means, I was proud of how it glittered in the light, how it set off the vivid hues of my waistcoat. “What of it?” I had said, raising an eyebrow. Ah, how haughty I still sounded, how unworried, how proud! She gave me a silky sly smile, and then declared, “Yes, that beautiful golden-gilt watch, a testimony of your wealth, indeed that very watch shall be your death. The day that watch stops shall be the day you die.” Then, even then, I was arrogant as ever, that twinge of fear was ignored, “You silly crone, I shall merely wind it up again. In fact, I may not, for I do not believe in such superstitious nonsense,” I declared. Cunningly she smiled, and then turned around and hobbled off into the night, gone within the minute. I thought no further of it that evening, how merrily I danced with the girls, how loudly I sang, how ravenously I ate. But that very night, as I lay in bed, I could hear it. Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… It lay on my bedside table, and after half an hour of listening I groaned, heaving out of bed, and took it into the parlor. After that I fell into an exhausted sleep, but that crone’s voice, cackling in my ear, followed my dreams mercilessly, mockingly saying, “Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, The Clock Never Stops.” Over and over again she chanted the phrase, until I awoke in a cold sweat. I couldn’t fall asleep again that night, tossing and turning restlessly, but still the ticking followed me. The pocket-watch in the other room echoed in the silence, even though I knew I couldn’t possibly hear it from all the way in the bedroom. At last I hauled myself out of bed and walked into the parlor and scooped up the watch. I fished around in my dresser and at last found the miniature key to the watch. I stuck it in the small hole and started slowly to wind it. Then I blanched. The key spun uselessly in the hole, it wouldn’t catch, wouldn’t wind.

Aye, five years, far too long to live under the curse of a pocket-watch! Every day pretending to be at ease, pretending to be happy.  Every night lying drenched in my own sweat, listening to the clock as if my very life clung on it. Indeed, it does! I cannot bear it, cannot bear listening to the clock, but cannot bear to be parted from it.

I hid it, once, in the depths of a closet, and for the rest of the day I gave barely a thought about it. But again, when night’s black cloak fell, I caught myself straining to hear it, worrying endlessly that perhaps it was slowing and I could not hear it. Rushing, I hurried down the hallway to the particular wardrobe, nightgown flapping against my legs in my haste. I dragged it from the depths of the wardrobe and gave a relieved sigh that it was still ticking steadily. Soon however, I turned pale again, realizing that I would not, could not, bear to be away from it.

 Ah, cruel one, cruel life you have doomed me to. It would be almost better to crush the vile thing, to stamp on it, to stop having to listen to the cruel ticking! Yes! To kill the clock! It could not be that I would die, could it? Superstitious. My imagination. Indeed, too long to live under the curse of my own mind! Kill that dreadful ticking, come what will. On my pillow, there it lies. So easy, so simple, just to smash the dreaded thing. The bed creaked as I crawled out of bed. I took the little silver hammer from the mantle, a memento of my father’s occupation. Snatching the still ticking clock, I held it on the desk and smashed the hammer down upon it. I looked away a second before the hammer crashed down, wincing as it flew downward. There was a dreadful crunching sound, and then… nothing. Not a tick, not a tock, not a sound. Silence. I slowly opened my eyes, and then looked at the pocket-watch. Its silver insides were spilt all over the floor and desk. The wood of the desk was horribly dented, but who cared of that? The ticking was gone. Forever, and I was fine! Bah, horrible witch, filling me with such horror for nothing. Just then a great, old grandfather clock down the hall started booming, Dong, Dong, Dong. I had hunched over warily when it began, but straightened as I listened, horror dawning on me. Dong. Each peal a mournful funeral bell, my funeral bell. The ticking was gone. Dear God what had I done! Dong. That ticking was my life! Every second of it! Gone forever! I got cold all over, and fear swept in a cold dark wave over me. I fell to the floor slowly, and everything faded to black, as the last ‘Dong’ filled my mind, echoing back and forth, never ending.

The next morning, a maid entered the room, and gave a scream of horror. Her master lay on the floor, and his face was white as the dead. A policeman showed up within the hour. “Nope, no foul play. It was a heart attack, I’m afraid. Strange for one so young.”

The End


 Well, did you guess? I was trying to imitate Edgar Allen Poe's writing style... particularly the Tell-Tale Heart. 

Sunday, September 27, 2009

My Problems with The Circle Trilogy

I like Ted Dekker's books, especially the Circle "trilogy" (it's really a quartet). But I have noticed some flaws in his... what would you call it, theology?

1. In the book White, Thomas is urged, commanded, even, by "Elyon" (the fiction world's allegory for God) to woo a Horde princess. In this world, evil is seen, and manifests itself as a skin condition that fogs the mind. There are two parties, the Horde (those who don't follow Elyon) and the Circle (those who do). So Thomas, a leader of the Circle, is commanded by Elyon to show love and woo the Horde princess, Chelsie. Here's what I have wrong with it.

"Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?" - 2 Cor. 6:14

Christians marrying unbelievers never works. Christians think "I can change him/her"... but usually it does just the opposite, pulling the Christian away from God. This, of course, does not mean that we shouldn't love unbelievers, in fact Christians (and the Circle in Dekker's book) are commanded to love their enemies, and pray for those who persecute them. But we're not supposed to love with Eros (romantic love), but Agape (unconditional love; as we love ourselves).


SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ GREEN YET!!!

2. In Dekker's book Green (just out), there's a scene at the end where about half of the believing Circle turn away from Elyon and follow a false prophetess, so to say (not quite right, but I'm trying to explain if you've never read it before) and end up doing things against Elyon and his word. At the very end, Elyon rescues the other half of his people and they follow him to paradise. In order to do so they dive into a lake, and it mentions one person who had turned away diving into the waters. But there's nothing about all the other warriors, and Samuel (Thomas' son) can't go to paradise because he led the people astray and followed the prophetess.

Now, perhaps it's just the denomination Dekker's in, I don't know, but I personally believe that once you have your salvation and have accepted Christ's sacrifice (as Samuel did) you cannot lose your salvation. My pastor actually just taught a message on it. He pointed out (and this is mostly all I remember, I'm certain there were better reasons) that if we could loose our salvation, we would have lost it a long time ago. He also pointed out it was against God's character, and, um, other reasons too. (Comment if you need scriptures on this or anything... I'm not going to bother go finding my notes unless you do.)


3. Dekker got his information on bats from Calvin... ;) http://mimosasonthefrontlawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/bats-arent-bugs.html


Also, I have a problem with Dekker's book "Boneman's Daughter". It was awful. It could hardly be labeled "Christian"; it was violent, morbid and made me feel physically sick. Honestly. I mean, some of his books have been a bit bad, but this was just awful. Don't bother reading it. Dekker's writing has gotten steadily worse as his books become more violent and morbid, and this is probably the worst. Even Green has some moments in it that are a bit like Boneman's Daughter... I hope his writing will improve, but it seems to be going in the opposite direction.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Here are some things that amused/scared me out West....



1. Hidden meanings?
2. A sign on a box on the shuttle bus to the car rental place said...
"Bloodbourne pathogens - infection prevention kit"
I guess they're ready for the zombie invasion.


3. Technical climbers start young here, I guess.


4. At first it looks like an innocent Popeyes poster... then you read the bottom right hand corner.
5. How do you get in that door again?


6. What happened to the person wearing it is what I want to know...


7. Um, ok, I get it. Don't go near the squirrel, don't go near the squirrel, don't go near the squirrel..."


8. Look! They make miniature pueblos at the hotels! (Yeah, it's my dad's lame joke...)


9. Wait a second...


10. They don't believe in Daylight savings time here. 


11. Now I can say it in 7 different lanuguages! (this is at the Lake Powell visitor's center, by the way)


12. If you really need this sign you're already off the edge.


13. Interrogation


14. This is how I feel when I get in the shower.


15. Pwease, can I have jwest a widdle bit? :(


16. Not a good sign. 


17. Honestly, is that the best you can come up with?


18. Denver, home of... "Cape Cod potato chips!" Yay! Hey... wait a second...


19. The tornado shelter doubles as a women's room. 

20. Sunrise at the Grand Canyon... and the little boy is playing with rocks or a bug or something.