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Is that the creepiest title I’ve ever written for a post or what?

Today while editing Snake, I thought I’d listen to some music off of YouTube (I’ve still no handle on Pandora or Spotify, if that’s what you’re wondering) when one of those three-minute ads came up. Normally I skip those ads, but I decided to check it out once I heard that the man speaking in the beginning of the ad was a forensic sketch artist for the FBI (guaranteed to get my attention, right?). The ad is below, and I strongly encourage you to watch it before going any further.

Let’s go over something very interesting about this ad: when the women in the ad described themselves to the artist, they tended to focus on the features they disliked about themselves. The resulting sketches then embodied those aspects and didn’t really match the actual women. But the people they’d become friendly with prior to the sketching, when they described these women to the sketch artist, they tended to focus on what made these women beautiful, what these newly-made acquaintances liked about these women. The portraits therefore were very beautiful and more closely resembled the women.

This is the guy who talks to his mirror image. If you’re familiar with his anime, you know he’s got a lot of work to do on himself.

Now despite being a Dove commercial (and not even Dove chocolate), I found myself really liking this commercial. I also found myself remembering something from an anime I’d watched years ago, where a character had a discussion with a mirror image of himself while trapped in another world (typical of anime, right?). The character was told that he represented how he saw himself, while his mirror-image was how others saw him. They were very different representations of the same character, but they were still the same person.

And that got me to thinking. Yes, dangerous activity, but I think anyway. We all focus on different aspects of ourselves and aspects of others. When we focus inward and look at ourselves, we often see what we don’t like about ourselves. For me, it’s my constant battle with zits and keeping off the weight I gain because I can’t resist those sweets. However when we focus on others however, we tend to focus on what we like about them, especially when we like them. When I think of a couple of friends of mine, I usually think about their height that I’m so jealous of or their smiles, and that twinkle they get in their eyes when they do smile.

So what does that tell us? Perhaps that we focus on ourselves and point out what keeps us from attaining some measure of perfection that society expects from us, and that we look for the good in others because that’s what we want for ourselves. It’s a possibility, although it’s not a nice one. Perhaps it also tells us that while we’re critical of ourselves, we love seeing the good in others, because it reminds us of the good in others, or the good we’re working to attain. That’s certainly a better take on things, right?

It’s also very true of some of the characters in my stories. Take Reborn City, for example: my heroine Zahara Bakur sees herself as a timid girl who gets easily scared when violence rears its head and can’t be relied upon when the chips are down. Her friends however see her as a very innocent but very strong girl, close to her faith and resourceful when the chips are down. Who’s right? Both actually: Zahara is nonviolent and doesn’t like to get herself into conflict, but she’s also quick-thinking and her faith supports her when times get bad. In addition, she likes to see the good in everyone, which can be a real comfort when you’re in a gang and people tell you that you’re a waste of space. In her own way, she’s helping people, all without a gun.

In addition, the titular character of Snake is also very multifaceted, though he and the people around him are more aware of that than Zahara is. The Snake is certainly gentle to those he cares about and is capable of compassion, but to those who pose a threat to him or those he loves he can be very dangerous. He’s also aware that he’s mentally unbalanced and that he’s also quite possibly evil, but at the same time he wants to at least use his evil for a good purpose. My heroine Allison Langland, who knows the Snake very well, is aware of his evil, but is also aware that he’s actually a very good guy. He’s sociable, he’s self-deprecating, and he’s responsible. She has to reconcile this with the fact that the main character is also a vicious killer capable of torture and murder, but she prefers his good side, because that’s the side she sees as the real Snake, and it’s the side that she thinks is the true hero.

To put my metaphor better, we are all something like this. Good or bad, our own perceptions or other perceptions. We just have to act on those to really get to know who we are.

So what does this say about all of us? For starters, we are not the sum of our features or our flaws, and we are not the sum of what others see in us. We are a combination of those ideas of ourselves, and we are what we use all those ideas about us for. For Zahara, she is the girl who can bring light to people living in the dark, even if she hates anything involving violence; for the Snake, he’s a monster doing good in the only way he knows how, even if it damns him; and for me, I’m trying to lose the weight, wash my face at least once a day, and write stories that people empathize with. We’re all combinations of our own perceptions, the perceptions of others, and what we use those perceptions for. Once we figure all that out, I think we can achieve a level of peace and live our lives in a way that’s conducive to us and those around us.

I’ll try to keep that in mind the next time I’m getting ready for bed and I see that one zit on my nose or how much weight I’ve gained this semester.

I tell you, it isn’t even blogging about this right now. I had to have a bowl of ice cream with a side of cherry cola, watch a crime show on my computer, and then listen to two hypnosis MP3s before I felt comfortable to write this blog post. After all, a lot has happened this week: Monday we had the bombing at the Boston Marathon. Tuesday showed only false news leads and a bomb threat at Ohio State that, while it turns out to be just a false alarm, freaked out the entire school. Wednesday we learned that the Senate had voted down gun restrictions that 90% of Americans had said in polls that they wanted, particularly when it came to universal background checks. And this morning, I heard about an explosion at an industrial plant in Texas. Luckily that one was just faulty equipment, but still it freaked me out. It didn’t help that Cal State LA had its own bomb threat today. And then there’s a million memes floating around the Internet, each with a thousand positive and negative comments.

You can see why I’m stressed. I see destruction, carnage, and fear everywhere and only so much being done about it (or in the case of the Senate, nothing being done). It makes me worry, it makes me stress. This sort of stuff, in my opinion, shouldn’t happen outside of books and movies. And yet it’s happening.

But after all my stress relief, I realize that when I look back on this years from now, I’ll realize that I survived this horrible week, that afterwards I did great on my finals (I’m assuming, at the very least), and it can be a story I can tell my kids (I’m assuming I have kids at this stage) about bad weeks and that they go away.

Still…that doesn’t excuse the fact that two men (they do have suspects now, says the FBI, and sorry Jon King, they’re not “dark-skinned” as you thought) caused three deaths and several injuries. And the Senate placed reelection ahead of common sense solutions to gun violence, only passing a “privacy clause” for firearms and funding for mental health services (only the latter I really agree with, though I have a feeling its help will be limited). And the NRA probably played a huge role in keeping those solutions from passing, all in the name of their paranoia. I’m very upset, but I’m not going to let it get in the way of my life and living happily.

Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to do some editing work that’s long overdue. I need to do it and it’ll relax me, I’m sure.

I’ve seen two comedians live at Ohio State these past two weeks, plus one episode of Saturday Night Live. One of those comics was Max Brooks, author of The Zombie Survival Guide and World War Z. When he came to Ohio State, he talked about how he put the former of those two books in the humor section. Why? Because people will think it was funny, but as they start reading it, they’ll realize it’s a serious guide to suriving zombies and what not to do during a zombie apocalypse, even if it seems obvious. And he did it all by presenting his work as a stand-up comedy show.

Max Brooks uses comedy to get works about us sold. How weird is that?

People tell me I’m a funny guy.

Or that sometimes I tell good jokes.

Okay, they tell me I can tell a good joke every now and then.

Occasionally.

Once in a blue moon.

The point is, I’ve seen enough stand-up comedy to know how to do it myself. Occasionally I’ve even done my act in front of friends and fellow dorm residents. Usually I get some laughs, and that encourages me. In fact, last night I invited a few friends to my room and put on a show for them based on my own angry sarcasm and my experiences writing horror and how troublesome selling indie horror can be.

Did they laugh? Yes! They laughed, and offered me some good advice that I proceeded to act upon. The result: plenty of laughs.

Could this be the key to selling my work? Through laughter.

So I’m thinking, if I can’t use the horror persona of a creepy but brilliant writer to sell my work, why not be a disgruntled comedian on a stage? It could work.

So this summer I’ll practice, and then I’ll take the stage. Maybe I’ll even get a few laughs and some sales, especially if I use YouTube. One can hope, at the very least.

What do you think? Do you think comedy can help me with my writing?

Happy Birthday to the true home of the Jewish people. May you last for ages to come.

Oh, and before I forget…Happy Israeli Independence Day. The State of Israel was founded 65 years ago today, becoming a beacon of hope for Jews everywhere. It is also one fo the most prosperous, green, technologically advanced and democratic nations in the Middle East (and in Israel, you can say otherwise without getting jailed for it) and I hope it lasts for another 65 years or longer. Happy Birthday, Israel. You’re doing great these days.

This week at Ohio State University is Holocaust Remembrance Week. Like last year, I am giving a small speech to commemorate this sad occasion at OSU’s Jewish organization, OSU Hillel, during the Friday night service. Since I know most of you won’t be at Hillel, I’m posting my thoughts on the subject here. If there are any grammatical errors or misspellings that I missed, please forgive me, it was not my intention to leave those there.

I hope you enjoy reading this and that it affects you positively. Thank you for reading.

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It’s been nearly sixty-eight years since the Holocaust ended and Adolf Hitler committed suicide, signaling the end of the war in Europe. The war left millions dead, millions more displaced, and thousands of questions unanswered, many still unanswered. The most important question though, at least for those of us who commemorate the estimated thirteen million dead, is how could the Holocaust happen?

As one of my majors is History, and my focus is on the war in Europe, I could go into all sorts of reasons as to why the Holocaust happened. I could go over for hours on the “Stabbed-in-the-Back” legend, Germany’s political and economic conditions during the Weimar era, Hitler’s underlings meeting at the Wannsee to determine the Final Solution, quotations from Mein Kampf—but the one reason I’d like to focus on can be summarized in one simple word: dehumanization.

Hitler made numerous insinuations about the Jews of Germany and the rest of Europe. However one thing that remained true of every insinuation, and that was the Jews were less than human, as if they were monsters with barely human form. As more people came over to Hitler’s side, more and more people were willing to see the Jews and all those that Hitler deemed “sub-human”, as not a human being like them.

And once you see something as non-human, it becomes easier and easier to discriminate against it. First the Jews and all “sub-humans” were discriminated against. Then legal measures were taken to turn “sub-humans” into second-class citizens. And then the “sub-humans” were turned into slaves. And finally, cattle to be slaughtered and thrown out with the trash. Such is the value of things considered less than human. It took the efforts of many Righteous Gentiles, risking their very homes, security and lives, to see past this illusion of inhumanity and protect many thousands from the gas chambers Hitler had built for us. If more had thought like the Righteous Gentiles, perhaps more people would’ve survived the Holocaust.

We often think that the events of the war couldn’t possibly happen today. Sadly, we are so wrong. As we all too well know, minorities in this country such as African-Americans, Hispanic-Americans, and Asian-Americans were discriminated against for years, and even amendments to the Constitution haven’t totally brought those with darker skin to the same status as whites, whether it be educationally, economically, or socially. Stereotypes keep well-qualified workers away from jobs, and can even lead to them being imprisoned simply because of their race.

In addition, women the world over are given second-class status, and any actions to rise above that status can get them beaten, imprisoned, committed to insane asylums, or even executed, all in the name of “morality and modesty”. Even in countries where this is not the case, such as America, women still aren’t equal to men in the eyes of the Constitution, and their voices are often drowned out by government officials who do not represent their interests.

And we all know that many people in the LGBT community still lack the rights of straight people. In certain countries homosexual activity can get you jailed or killed, and even in today’s air of equality, there are those who will stop at no end to keep the LGBT community in the place they are now, simply because they are different.

One of the greatest teachers of Judaism, Hillel the Elder, taught that “what is distasteful to you, do not do unto others. That is the whole of the Torah; the rest is commentary. Go and learn it.” By “it”, Hillel does not refer to the Torah or commentary, but the lesson that we may derive from this main truth. So when you go out tonight, remember that you would not like to see happen to you, don’t wish it or perform it on others. And if you see someone less fortunate than you, don’t look down on them, but ask yourself, “How can I help this person whom I might be like if I were in a similar situation?” And then once you’ve thought about it, act upon your conclusion. That is the whole of Hillel’s teaching. It was applied by the Righteous Gentiles during the Holocuast, and it can still be applied today, by you and by me.

Thank you and Shabbat Shalom.

I had a bit of a revelation last night, but I haven’t been able to share it until now. So without further ado, here’s my revelation:

Last night I was watching the second episode of the new TV series Hannibal, which for those of you who don’t know is a prequel to the Hannibal Lecter novel Red Dragon. As I watching it I was seeing all these little things they were doing to develop the characters that the author of Red Dragon, Thomas Harris, hadn’t done when he originally wrote the novel. It struck me then that I had committed a grevious error in my own serial killer thriller, Snake: I hadn’t gone into any sort of character development whatsoever.

I hadn’t gone into the pasts of any of the characters, only focusing on the events of the story and what immediately precipitated those events. I had not gone into any detail on why the Snake was so twisted, why the female lead was so defiant and spunky, why the villain was who he was, none of that! I’d left it all up to the imaginati0n of the reader, but now I realize that might’ve been a mistake. I mean, the reasons why we emotionally invest in characters is that we want to know them, not just what they do in a story.

So I’m going to go over the manuscript one more time and see where I can add in more character development. Perhaps then I know it’ll be ready for publication. Heck, my beta reader’s on board with it, so why not?

I’ll let you know how things go after the third draft is done. Hopefully it’ll all go well.

I’ve only attempted to write flash fiction once in my life, back in high school. The attempt did not go very well: I was barely able to keep the word count under 1000 words, and the magazine I sent the piece to didn’t like it, something about the twist at the end. I have not attempted to do any sort of fiction under 1000 words since.

However lately I’ve been thinking of trying again. After all, if I can make a meaningful statement in a Facebook status, which is usually less than 100 words, why couldn’t I do a piece of flash fiction? Luckily my creative writing class was having a small lesson on flash fiction this evening, so I got experience from one of the best teachers at Ohio State University. Using examples we had to read for homework, my teacher taught us some things about flash fiction and then left the room to give us time to write our own stories. When he got back, I was eager to read my story to the class. He suggested a change, but then said I had the form down. Considering my first attempt was such a disaster, this was a much-needed piece of encouragement.

So now I’ll touch up the story I wrote in class and write another one that’s been sitting in my disturbed head for a little while. I’ll see if I can get either of them published in a magazine and then post about it here. Wish me luck, folks. I’m embarking on a bit of an adventure for myself, and in less than 2000 words to boot. (speaking of which, this post is 277 words. Who’d have thought?)

I’ve had spooky experiences with ghosts before. One time I got a visit from my deceased cat on Halloween. Another time I woke up to a presence in my room and a horrible pain from my teeth that only went away when I said a Jewish prayer (exorcisms work when you say them in Hebrew, apparently). But last night I had my spookiest experience of all, and I’d like to tell you about it.

I was just falling asleep last night when it happened. This was about 12:30 in the morning, I’d been having a little trouble falling asleep but now it looked like I could get to sleep. However as I was drifting off, I suddenly felt unable to breathe and woke up, sucking in lungfuls of air. At the foot of my bed was a translucent form that said “Vietnam.” It moved to my dresser and then towards me, and as it did I saw a little old man wearing a dark sweater saying “Vietnam” to me. I could see right through him, but I could make out all of his details, and I still remember the sound of his voice in my head.

Now naturally I was freaked out. I love ghosts, but I prefer seeking them out rather than them finding me.  Imagine waking up and finding one right in your room saying something about Vietnam (maybe he fought in the war?). It’s a little disconcerting, to say the least. So I said, “Go away!” in a clear voice.  The ghost just looked at me like it was surprised. Then I said, “In the name of God, go away!” In times of fear or crisis I like to fall back on my faith in God, which shows how big my faith is a part of my life. And it seemed to do the trick, because the old man just faded away before my eyes and disappeared. A moment later I had the strangest sensation of something moving over and across my bed and then I was alone. I lay there for about five minutes letting the adrenaline and fear work its way out of my system before I attempted to go back to sleep.

And while I waited for my body to calm down, the significiance of what I’d just experienced came over me. What I’d experienced was a full-bodied apparition, as ghost enthusiasts call any spirit able to fully materialize itself. It’s the rarest of all ghost phenomena, largely due to the amount of energy a spirit would need to fully materialize like that, and it’s the hardest to capture on film as evidence of the paranormal. This wasn’t lost on me, especially since I watch ghost-hunting shows on TV. I realized though that people would have to go on my word of what I saw, because I don’t have a roommate in my dorm room to verify the story and I certainly wasn’t recording what was happening while I slept. Still, the fact that I witnessed that was pretty amazing, though still pretty scary at thte time.

I’m not sure why all this happened, why the ghost appeared to me, or why I suddenly had trouble breathing, and don’t ask me what Vietnam had to do with anything, because I’m not sure. However I still think this is probably one of the more significant paranormal events to happen to me, and there are a few. You are free to doubt me and what I saw and I’m okay with that. But this is still an amazing thing, and even though I was scared at the time, I’m happy I got to experience it.

Have you ever experienced anything rational explanations couldn’t explain? What happened?

I’ve been so busy lately, that the ideas for blog posts have been piling up. I wanted to write two or three yesterday, but Shabbat came in before I could, and I had to put any post-writing plans on hold. Now that Shabbat is over and I’ve done some homework and I’ve watched last night’s episode of Grimm, so I’m good to start writing a few posts. And to start with, I’d like to bring up a topic that’s been on my mind for the past couple of days:

I’m one of the few horror fans I know. In fact, I only know one other fan of scary movies on campus, but his schedule is so different from mine that we can’t always just sit down and talk to each other about horror movies and the qualities of originals versus remakes…or in fact, talk about anything. In fact, I only found out about his love for horror films tonight! How whack is that?!

Thing is, I feel a little lonely sometimes. I can’t help but feel a little down when I see people debating the Game of Thrones‘ books versus the TV show or see Trekkies go crazy over the new movie coming out. But are there a ton of people going crazy over Stephen King adaptations coming out soon? Um…me and quite possibly my mother, I know that much. Anyone getting nuts for the third season of AHS, American Horror Story: Coven? Me and…the sister who lives on the other end of campus and whom I only see on vacations or at family or holiday events. You see how sad this is?

The thing is, I want to have conversations that are like comic book fans debating how to beat the Hulk if you don’t have superpowers or debates about whether Kirk or Picard is the better captain, only in more of the vein of horror. But there’s not a lot of people who are into that sort of stuff, at least not on my blog. The posts I do write that are devoted to horror subjects don’t always get a lot of reads or likes and rarely any comments, so I don’t always write them. And it…it makes me wish more fans of horror were on my blog.

I’m not complaining or anything about the conversations  I’ve had up to this point or the friends I’ve made not being fans of scary stuff. But I do wish that I could find some more people interested in the horror scene, who go crazy for the same things I’m into or at least show some enthusiasm for those things.

Well, it’s the Internet age. I may just not be looking hard enough. Does anyone know any Facebook groups? I’m on that now, so I better get to work searching. And I’d like to say, if you ever want to discuss horror subjects, I’m always game. I love to talk about horror. So much that I scare normal people.

Okay, I’m going to stop ranting now. I just want to say, I’m going to start writing more horror posts from now on. I’m sorry if that scares you. But I must say, I want to talk about horror more often, so that’s what I’m going to do. Hope you’re okay with that. Maybe I’ll meet a few people who go crazy for ghosts and slashers like I do.

One can only hope.

Well, it took me a while, but I finally did it! I finished Old Sid, the second short story I submitted to my creative writing class. For those of you unfamiliar with it, Old Sid is about a bunch of students at Ohio State University trying to delve into the truth of Old Sid, an urban legend I made up for the short story (so don’t go online trying to see if Old Sid is a real thing, because it’s only a product of my imagination). The story is narrated from the point of view of several people at once, similar to what Jeffrey Eugenides did with his first novel The Virgin Suicides.

I ended up changing a lot with this draft, and at times I purposely got easily distracted just because it was slow-going and I wanted a break. But the story’s done, and I really like how it turned out. Old Sid has his Boo Radley moment where the characters realize he’s not a legend but very human, but it’s done in such a subtle way that it’s not right in your face. I think my teacher will like it when he reads it, especially since Old Sid is in the vein of literary fiction and I’m barely able to write horror in short story form with any amount of competence.

After I get my grades for the semester and some feedback on Old Sid, I might edit it again and send it off to a literary magazine, preferably one based in Ohio or better yet in Columbus. It’ll probably have a better chance in a local magazine, since a lot of people are very familiar with Ohio State in its home state than outside it (of course). I’ll let you know if I have any luck in that department. Wish me luck.

I met with my dad the other day for dinner at a restaurant near campus. It was the middle of spring break, so the place wasn’t very crowded and my dad and I got our meals very quickly after we ordered. At some point during the meal, my dad asked me about my job prospects after I graduated, which is still about two years away, and if I’m not already at least making a living off my writing. I’d already told him in previous conversations that there’s always a chance that I might be possibly be hired by the financial aid office, where I work, after I graduate, and if that didn’t happen, there’s a program that helps graduates finds jobs in Columbus through the school’s Jewish organization, OSU Hillel. I even added that English majors, which is one of my majors, are getting hired in record numbers lately.

Of course, my dad was still worried about my job prospects. This is understandable for several reasons: first, my dad’s a parent. Worrying about me is his job, and he probably won’t be cooling off on the worrying anytime until I’m safely secured into a position that pays enough to at least cover my basic expenses (rent, food, bills, etc). Also, my dad associates my English major and my History major with either teaching or scholarly work or writing (at least for English), and since the first two are not my aim and the third doesn’t always garauntee a successful career, he fears I’m going to live in his basement for the rest of my life. There are a few other reasons, but I’m not going to go into those here.

Besides, I’m writing this post because I want to assuage my dad’s worries at least a little bit, not point out why he worries about me (I’ll save that for a comedy act one of these days). So, I’ll write some reasons why, even if God doesn’t see fit to make me a writing success before graduation, I actually have some good job prospects, even if I don’t take classes that look good on a resume, whatever that means. I’ll skip over the one about my current workplace hiring me as a full-time employee after graduation though; that’s still two years off and there’s no garauntee that they’ll hire me, though they love me and my humor and the head of the office keeps saying she’ll have to get my autograph before I’m famous.

So without further ado, here are some reasons why my job prospects are actually pretty good right now:

1. Graduation is still two years off. That’s still plenty of time to write, take classes, earn money, make friends and contacts, and possibly write something that gets a lot of sales on Amazon and Smashwords. Besides, the job market can change rapidly over time, so what can be considered a job-winning major may not be the case a few years down the road and vice-versa (I will return to this point later on).

2. OSU Hillel is helping graduates. The program at OSU Hillel, Growing Jewish Columbus, apparently has had a great success rate in getting grads of all majors hired after college. I’ve already contacted the woman in charge of the program and a friend of mine, and she said I should contact her again in the fall, when I’m in that two-year stretch to graduation. Still, with her track record, there’s some reason to have faith, isn’t there.

3. My majors are assets, not liabilities. Back when my parents were in college, unless you planned to teach or you were so incredible a writer that publishers were banging down your doors, majors like English were the kiss of death. However, with the advent of the Digital Revolution, the market has shifted in ways that most people at the time could not imagine. In fact, English majors are getting hired at rates not seen in years, and for jobs not necessarily associated for English. In fact, a report I read in May last year said that Nationwide Insurance has hired English majors to work on PR and Communications. Apparently English majors are very good for writing online pieces about the companies that employ them.

Also, my History major has a hidden benefit: research skills! Historians are not just fat old men sitting in libraries looking over tomes, we’re actually more like investigators, trying to piece history together with the facts and the evidence before us. Plenty of my history professors have gone abroad or have spent extensive hours in libraries tracking down one piece of information, the elusive diary, the one date. Plenty of jobs need research and investigative skills,  so what’s better than a history major?

4. Some jobs don’t care what your major was! In fact, plenty of jobs at my university, they hire you irregardless of what you majored in during your undergrad years. At the financial aid office, I was told when I was hired that no one wakes up hoping to be a financial aid administrator. And several people in the office had majors unrelated to finance. There’s a guy who graduated not too long ago and is working while attending grad school part time. His major was Sports Education!

This not only applies to the financial aid office, but it applies to all sorts of different jobs. Administration, clerical work, heck library work, they don’t necessary need to have corresponding majors. With that in mind, a lot of possibilities do open up. Plus I have backgrounds in working in administrative and clerical positions and I’ve done some work in libraries, so I might actually be better off than some of my peers.

Of course, there’s always a chance that I may be wrong and I just might not be listening because my parents are the ones imparting advice.

So what are your thoughts? I’d love to hear them. I think the reasons listed above might actually help me, but I’d appreciate your opinions if that’s not too much to ask for. What’s your take? And would any of you be interested in hiring me?