tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30843483375538874492024-02-08T10:08:06.549-08:00imagined worksBorgesian fantasies of works (fiction, film, whatnot) that don't (yet) exist.Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-6273160906363603842009-02-13T18:50:00.000-08:002009-02-13T18:54:18.114-08:00The Last Murder Case.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Providence </span>Meets the making of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Blue Dahlia </span>Meets <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">8 1/2</span>. <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>A producer must coax one last screenplay from a detective writer dying of alcholism. The only way to get him to write is: to supply him liquor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, the writer recalls his entire life, which merges in and out of both the movie he's writing and the movies made from his work in the past.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the end, one writer dies, and his life goes on--on celluloid.</div><div><br /></div><div>--E. R. O'Neill</div>Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-24808598698762972142009-01-07T23:38:00.000-08:002009-01-09T15:51:21.235-08:00The Collector.A reclusive nerd. <div><br /></div><div>He photographs everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meaningless things: trash cans, curbs, telephone poles.</div><div><br /></div><div>He is considered a nut.</div><div><br /></div><div>But after the earth is destroyed, it is reconstructed from the meticulous observation of his photographs.</div><div><br /></div><div>--E. R. O'Neill</div>Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-41418931600488154332008-10-17T12:30:00.000-07:002008-10-17T12:33:35.133-07:00The ModeratorDown-on-her luck writer takes cheesy job as moderator for Oprah-type discussion book clubs.<div><br /></div><div>The novel alternates the writer's life, unfinished novel, and reflections on great literature, on the one hand, with the debased yet surprisingly touching literary discussions of suburbanites in whose lives we become engrossed in "Spoon River Anthology"-style vignettes of suburban ennui.<br /><div><br /></div><div>(Based on an idea by V. L. Forman).</div><div><br /></div><div>--E. R. O'Neill</div></div>Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-55950550396916056082008-09-28T18:57:00.001-07:002008-09-28T19:05:49.210-07:00Double VisionIn the 1960's, two young women who play body doubles to adorable teen actresses (along the lines of Hayley Mills) have a lesbian love affair.<div><br /></div><div>Each is secretly in love with the actress for whom she doubles. Instead, the women dally with each other, on the periphery of Hollywood, in the penumbra of fame's spotlight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Period costumes, backstage drama, gay directors, lesbian costume designers, conniving agents, the like. </div><div><br /></div><div>A Todd Haynes film.</div><div><br /></div><div>--E. R. O'Neill</div>Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-1111421267603075152008-08-24T00:51:00.001-07:002008-08-24T01:09:15.907-07:00Three Weekends: A Short Story.A short story.<br /><br />Alternative title: "Tebaldiani" or "Poor Thing."<br /><br />A gay couple, Mark and Daniel, are on the verge of a breakup--this despite what brought them together--their love for Maria Callas and hatred for Renata Tebaldi. If you want to get them mad, just talk about how the Tebaldi fans (the Tebaldiani) went to the Met when Maria appeared there just to boo poor Maria. The nerve!<br /><br />Mark and Daniel would break up now, but they've rented a cottage on Fire Island for three weekends, so they have to wait. <br /><br />On the first weekend, it seems that everyone is deeply in love--or on the make. Mark and Daniel are neither-nor.<br /><br />On Saturday night, Daniel lingers at the disco after Mark leaves. Daniel goes home with an anonymous bodybuilder. Getting back to their cottage, Mark doesn't even ask for sex. Daniel imagines Mark can smell the testosterone right on him. <br /><br />The next day, Mark meets Jacob--who's ridiculously similar to Mark in every way. They compare notes on menswear designers, restaurants, bridge, even favorite kinds of clouds (cumulus are vulgar, they both agree). Daniel isn't jealous, he's relieved. It all happens so naturally! Mark will be better off, Daniel tells himself. <br /><br />The second weekend, Daniel bows out and lets Mark go to Fire Island alone, knowing full well Mark will consummate the affair with Jacob, and then he (Daniel) will soon be off the hook. The whole thing will end naturally--because of Mark, not Daniel. Daniel will be able to leave guilt-free.<br /><br />The third weekend, Mark and Daniel go for their last weekend on the island, probably their last weekend together. Jacob's there constantly, almost flaunting this blossoming relationship.<br /><br />But just as they're all to leave, Jacob reveals his deep passion for--Renata Tebaldi! Mark and Daniel take turns heaping scorn upon her, humiliating Jacob. <br /><br />Mark and Daniel have a good laugh on the ferry ride home, and they talk about Maria. How Maria suffered, poor thing. <br /><br />Perhaps Mark and Daniel will give things just one or two weekends more.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-79736188958975611702008-08-13T19:14:00.000-07:002008-08-13T19:20:17.620-07:00Two-Hander.A two-person play in the most traditional vein. <br /><br />An aging has-been Broadway star, long-since forgotten, molders in his Connecticut abode. <br /><br />His manservant offstage is never seen.<br /><br />The star spends his time replying to fan letters written decades earlier: now he finally has the time.<br /><br />Remarkably, one recipient a reply some months back shows up at his doorstep. She cherishes the memory of a performance he gave long ago. She can remember the most minute detail.<br /><br />Sadly, many of these details are wrong. It is not clear if she actually saw this performance, misremembered it, or mixed up this actor with some other.<br /><br />Or is she sent to exact some strange revenge? <br /><br />The two become locked in conflict--which can only mean, given the logic of commercial drama, that they will end up in each others (wrinkled) arms.<br /><br />The angry has-been ham and the dotty would-be fan: a match made in heaven.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-14612848780547676892008-08-13T19:11:00.001-07:002008-08-13T19:14:47.808-07:00Psychotherapy--Now!A movie.<br /><br />It takes its title from a book that circulates amongst the characters.<br /><br />The book promises quick solutions to difficult life problems. <br /><br />We see the characters and their problems. We see they have the book--each of them comes across it differently.<br /><br />Than at a few points each's story is interrupted for a voiceover passage from the book, explaining how their problem could be 'solved,' more or less instantly, or sometimes long and painfully.<br /><br />The book's advice is very strange and completely out of touch with the complex realities of human suffering. <br /><br />The characters never try these solutions, or only do so half-heartedly. <br /><br />Indeed, we're not sure if they've really read the book, or merely happen to come across it, and then the book's edifying wisdom is shared with the viewer. <br /><br />Instead, the characters continue to screw up their lives in yet more creative ways.<br /><br />Remarkably, some of their lives get better--quite suddenly, either through a change of heart, or through chance. <br /><br />Others just continue on in the same ruts with no end in sight.<br /><br />A comedy.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-49502359374980446632008-08-13T18:05:00.000-07:002008-08-13T18:13:30.938-07:00Notes for a story.A very honest man--scrupulously so--encounters a ruthless brute.<br /><br />The ruthless man brutalizes the honest one, who is fragile and over-reacts: he breaks down. <br /><br />The honest man's reaction is so painful that the brute feels ashamed and tries to assuage the man he's hurt.<br /><br />But the victim rebuffs him and won't be consoled. And so the brute feels some small degree of shame--a new emotion for him. <br /><br />Later, the honest man finds an opportunity to harm the brute. It requires doing something unethical--a very small wrong indeed--but he takes the action, even against his own better judgment.<br /><br />This disrupt the honest man's life. He goes off-kilter. All his habits are disrupted. He cannot maintain his ordinary equilibrium. The very orderliness of his existence has been endangered.<br /><br />Slowly the honest man recovers his dignity. But he finds a small opportunity to abase himself--when no one's looking. Then he goes back to normal.<br /><br />Meanwhile, the brute has become obsessed with a rather plain woman whom he had ignored in the past. He shows all signs of being in love with her.<br /><br />But when he holds her in his arms and makes love to her, he closes his eyes he sees before him the face of the poor honest soul whom he harmed so callously.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-51550779087962992902008-08-09T16:35:00.000-07:002008-08-09T16:37:38.084-07:00My Life In...Autobiography as series of "My Life In..." chapters.<br /><br />My Life in Hotels.<br /><br />My Life in Haircuts.<br /><br />My Life in Bands.<br /><br />My Life in Short Stories I Never Wrote.<br /><br />My Life in My Favorite Songs.<br /><br />Each chapter devoted to different facet of experience.<br /><br />The whole emerges, somehow.Chris Stammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05295971947380906463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-56399760756953068122008-07-29T10:36:00.001-07:002008-07-29T10:37:34.002-07:00Move Over Apple-tini: Meet the Matcha-tini.Matcha green tea.<br /><br />Vodka.<br /><br />Toast: may your platelets never stick together.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-50113643724603373812008-07-28T16:58:00.000-07:002008-07-28T17:03:17.114-07:00Novel Entertainments.A new form of entertainment emerges.<br /><br />It's a sort of movie, but it happens in a different sort of building.<br /><br />People lounge there for hours and hours at a time--no one ever asks you to leave--and you can eat as much food as you like during the process.<br /><br />The movies are normal enough: there are characters, and they have problems and fall in love, and all that stuff. <br /><br />But the characters are kind of odd. They act strangely. They say "hello" at the end of conversations. They say "I love you" before eating dinner. Some of the little rituals are wrong. The logic of feelings and actions seems upside-down.<br /><br />People are very taken with this. <br /><br />The new moviehouses with their infinite quantities of food start out with just a cult following. But slowly they spring up everywhere. More and more people are taken with the delectable food, the charming laziness of long hours spent watching rather inconsequential and odd events unfolding slowly.<br /><br />People spend hours and hours inside specially-constructed movie theaters watching these strange moving images.<br /><br />Which is very convenient, because when the aliens who made these movies arrive, it's that much easier to eat the now-fattened audiences.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-50628939696634308682008-07-15T17:54:00.000-07:002008-07-15T17:56:44.954-07:00Survey.Short survey of my work until now. It will take the form of brief capsule reviews of everything I have done: various bands, short stories, short films, film reviews, music videos, etc. Autobiography as self-excoriation, or vice versa.Chris Stammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05295971947380906463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-11828436801354498002008-07-01T06:57:00.000-07:002008-07-01T07:00:45.562-07:00On Being Short.A book length essay/meditation on being short, a la Koestenbaum, David Shields, Barthes.<br /><br />Ruminations on the life stages of the short person. The dread, the resignation, the celebration, the shame, the pride.<br /><br />Brief sketches of the lives of famous short people.<br /><br />Interviews with short people.<br /><br />A book for the little ones!Chris Stammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05295971947380906463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-35401275946165576592008-06-26T09:47:00.000-07:002008-06-26T09:51:40.872-07:00Zombie Inc.A 20-something guy desperately needs a job.<br /><br />He finds one at a new corporation.<br /><br />But all the other employees are zombies. (Think <span style="font-style: italic;">Being John Malkovich</span> meets <span style="font-style: italic;">Shaun of the Dead</span>.) <br /><br />All very nice--dressed in corporate attire. <br /><br />They only groan when the copier doesn't work. Other than that, they're quite articulate.<br /><br />It's quite easy being the first in line, as everyone shuffles slowly along, no matter what the destination. <br /><br />Popular in the cafeteria? Human flesh, of course. <br /><br />Our hero of course is attracted to the slackers. There's even a really pretty zombie he has a crush on. <br /><br />But he rises too quickly in the corporate ladder, and all the slacker zombies resent him.<br /><br />There are even not-so-quiet whispers of tokenism--promoting the living above the living-dead, just to show they're 'fair.' (The black zombies are like "same ol' bullshit.") <br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-80756361646628074432008-06-26T09:44:00.001-07:002008-06-26T09:47:10.038-07:00Doggie Motels.Dog owners <a href="http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB121443333528104997.html">now</a> have high-priced digs for their pets.<br /><br />Eventually, of course, there will be low cost, even rundown alternatives.<br /><br />I can't wait for the shitty doggy motel. <br /><br />By the side of the road. <br /><br />Rooms smell of pee. <br /><br />Bedspread's been chewed on. <br /><br />Near a doggie truck stop and diner. <br /><br />Little doggie whores wandering around outisde. <br /><br />Scary dog making dangerous meth-laced kibble in the next room.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-10420682098811786232008-04-29T13:45:00.000-07:002008-04-29T14:51:08.418-07:00Living.When his beloved life partner Bill dies, Jason becomes distraught. He's untethered, spends time building a shrine to Bill in the apartment that they shared.<br /><br />One day, quite by accident, Jason discovers Bill's secret: he had another lover--Alex.<br /><br />Jason can't believe it. Was everything he thought about Bill wrong? Was their life together a lie?<br /><br />After much delay, Jason meets Alex. Alex dismays Jason. Alex doesn't seem to think about Bill, doesn't cherish his memory, rarely thinks of him. How can someone so special to Jason mean so little to Alex? How can Bill have expended affection in this person who cherished him so little?<br /><br />Slowly, the two grow closer. They spend a night together.<br /><br />Jason imagines he's found a new Bill. <br /><br />But Alex moves on--thoughtlessly, carelessly, as if nothing has happened. <br /><br />And Jason must get on with living. <br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-61202110576149654532008-04-18T20:34:00.000-07:002008-04-18T20:37:10.878-07:00The Hypothesis of the Stolen Painting: The Hollywood Remake.A wealthy man covets a series of six paintings.<br /><br />He competes with a wealthy antagonist to acquire them--by legal and other means.<br /><br />The two collectors, as it happens, also compete for the favors of a handsome young man.<br /><br />The first collector explains to his young lover that the paintings, though seemingly unconnected, contain a secret meaning, a meaning which can only be discovered by re-enacting them.<br /><br />The collector hires actors--including people known to the young lover--to act out the paintings for the young lover to observe.<br /><br />As in <span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet</span>, the staging of the scenes aims to provoke a confession in the young lover of his infidelities.<br /><br />Many confessions do indeed come forth, but they are minor.<br /><br />The mystery of the paintings remains hidden until the collector reveals his theory that there must have been a seventh painting, now lost or destroyed, which explained the meaning of all the paintings and proved their connection.<br /><br />That painting was at one point in the possession of the young lover's family. It was that family that was responsible for stealing the painting from wealthy collector's family--and sending them to the gas chambers.<br /><br />In restaging the final, missing painting, the wealthy collector is, it turns out, staging his own death. The effect on the young lover is so profound that it causes his death, too, but in the process it reveals to the dying collector that, whatever his faults, the young man did indeed love the collector.<br /><br />The scene has been staged for the benefit of the rival collector, who gets to find out that the young man who toyed with his affections was merely playing.<br /><br />And the two deaths in turn cause the missing painting to be recaptured in the form of a crime scene photograph, which passes, as do the rest of the paintings, indeed the very house where the stagings and deaths have occurred, to the ownership of the now lonely and bereaved collector who now becomes entombed with his possessions--and his memories.<br /><br />--E. R. O'Neill<br /><br />(With apologies to Raoul Ruiz and Peter Greenaway).Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-15938401383811683782008-04-11T15:48:00.000-07:002008-04-11T15:51:56.314-07:00Some Must Watch.<div style="text-align: right;">"For some must watch while some must sleep.<br />So runs the world away."<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">--<span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet</span><br /></div><br />An offbeat anesthesiologist discovers a novel method for curing insomnia.<br /><br />Unfortunately, it has remarkable and unexpected consequences.<br /><br />People who use the method start falling asleep whenever anyone else does.<br /><br />A result is whole cities that fall asleep in waves and threatening to put the whole world to sleep forever. <br /><br />Until an intrepid, nerdy young boy....<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-7905807321296216402007-08-22T21:50:00.000-07:002007-08-22T21:53:12.714-07:001160 Morning Glory CircleA documentary about a seemingly placid childhood.<br /><br />It's reconstructed from old photos and home movie footage.<br /><br />It <span style="font-style: italic;">seems</span> like nothing happened. But there are sinister overtones.<br /><br />In fact, absolutely nothing happened.<br /><br />It's like that line in the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Happiness</span> where the pretentious writer says 'Oh if only I'd been raped as a child.'<br /><br />The lack of trauma has itself become a source of trauma. (We're circularly trapped in trauma--it's our only way of framing any past experience.)<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-58565877412234375532007-07-19T14:25:00.000-07:002007-07-19T14:36:53.154-07:00Glitter and Reknown (aka Her Greatest Role).A young woman in a small town is graduating high school--and starring in the senior play. She dreams of being an actress--of glitter and reknown. <br /><br />She writes to her mother--who ran away years earlier. Her mother is now a great stage actress--or so she believes from ther mother's infrequent letters. <br /><br />The mother arrives for the event in the most Great Actress high style, but there are small clues that it's an act, that she's struggled terribly, and is putting on a show for her daughter's sake.<br /><br />She rekindles old animosities with her one-time husband and tries to win the love of the children she abandoned.<br /><br />The actress wins everyone's esteem by performing scenes from her greatest role--Shaw's <em>Pygmalion</em>. <br /><br />The daughter's play is a success, and the daughter wants to leave the mother to travel.<br /><br />The mother must confess--but we guessed all along--that she is not a great success, is a third-rate failure. She hurts and alienates her daughter terribly. <br /><br />Probably the daughter will try to become an actress anyway, despite her mother's failure. The mother has tried to save her daughter much sorrow. But you can't protect people from themselves--or from life--no matter how hard you try.<br /><br />Finally, though, her daughter may take her off a pedestal and begin to grow up.<br /><br />The actress leaves town, still playing the role of the grand dame for the public, though her family now knows the truth.<br /><br />She arrives home to a great mansion filled with servants, hanger's on, and memorabilia of her long career. The whole trip was an act--her greatest role. <br /><br />Within all the glitter, we can see that she is still terribly terribly lonely.<br /><br />--E. R. O'Neill<br />(a rewrite of <em>All I Desire</em>)Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-1917271214741211302007-06-21T15:20:00.001-07:002007-06-21T15:26:21.953-07:00Fuck The iPhone.A gunphone. It can also take pictures. The seductive feature of this gunphone is that it automatically takes a picture upon firing, and then sends it to all of your contacts. A snuff filmmaker's wet dream.<br /><br />(Tip of the hat to <span style="font-style:italic;">Peeping Tom</span>.)Chris Stammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05295971947380906463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-45930958297270744062007-06-08T20:54:00.000-07:002007-06-08T20:58:19.934-07:00Conspiracy.A DEA agent goes undercover in a prison to find out how the gangs are able to run drugs.<br /><br />It turns out drugs are only a small part of the operation. The main thing is guns.<br /><br />But it's government itself that's arming prison gangs --to build an army to enforce martial law.<br /><br />In the end a prison riot becomes the excuse to begin the project.<br /><br />--E. R. O'Neill<br /><br />(It's not my theory: some Branch Davidians believe David Koresh founds out the government's secret plot to impose martial law and had to be killed by the DEA.)Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-59993009513078498912007-06-03T11:49:00.000-07:002008-04-23T22:37:46.179-07:00Shakespeare: The Musical(Alternate Titles: "Shakespeare in Manhattan" or "The Place Beneath.")<br /><br />Shakespeare re-appears on earth to mortals--at the Harvard Yacht Club, drinking a cosmopolitan and smoking a Winston Ultra Light, with Saint Dymphna, who in this incarnation is a black woman who runs a nightclub on the upper west side.<br /><br />Shakespeare's appearance causes a very minor sensation. He is on Page Six and everything.<br /><br />Ultimately, of course, he is hired to write the book and lyrics for a new Broadway musical: "Three Iz Da Funk"--an all-black hip-hop adaptation of the TV show <span style="font-style: italic;">Three's Company. </span><br /><br />A savage once-major critic eagerly looks forward to the opening. He has a long-standing grudge against the producer, and no one pays attention to his reviews anymore: he fell from grace when he wrote a savage pan of a children's Easter pageant. His wife divorced him, and he went from a prestigious paper to a crappy one.<br /><br />So our critic friend is looking forward to writing a searing pan of something everyone <span style="font-style: italic;">agrees</span> is bad--to set everyone on their ear laughing and jeering at the new show to put him back on his perch.<br /><br />Shakespeare turns out to be a hack. He dumps in all his usual tricks: women dressing as men, people feigning madness, soliloquies--old stuff nobody does anymore. It's awful--even more awful than the original premise, or the original show (if possible).<br /><br />The show gets worse and worse. The director's a pretentious British windbag, which doesn't help. And the black cast includes actors who should get better material and are fairly sick and bitter about the gig from the get-go.<br /><br />Gossip gets out to the critic, who's fairly salivating. He'll get his old job back. His reviews will be quoted on posters. Maybe his ex-wife will patch things up. Maybe he'll even get an easy job--like reviewing movies.<br /><br />But Shakespeare proves acutely psychologically insightful and helps all the actors in the show (and the woman who washes up the theater, too). Everywhere he goes, he dispenses marvelous insight to people and changes their lives. He's beloved.<br /><br />It turns out "Shakespeare" is just a washed-up actor nobody remembers named Ted Fearfield. (The ancient stagehands remember, but they never bother to mention it.) He once ran in <span style="font-style: italic;">Titus Andronicus</span> on Broadway for all of three performances. Other than that, he had minor parts and was quickly forgotten. The <span style="font-style: italic;">Titus</span> wasn't that bad, but he screwed a major critic's wife--you can guess whose--and that single savage review ended the show and his career. The critic left his wife, and she's who knows where.<br /><br />As if by magic, the show starts going well. There's positive buzz everywhere. People are talking about awards, movie adaptations, transfer to Vegas.<br /><br />The major critic keeps being on the verge of remembering the has-been actor. He has to meet a tight-ass at the restaurant Andronico's. That reminds him of something.... Someone tries to think of Shakespeare's bloodiest play. They list all of them (except <span style="font-style: italic;">Titus</span>): he can't quite recall the title. (Only a waiter remembers.) It's only when his dinner arrives and it's a big plate of ham that he remembers shouts "Ted Fearfield."<br /><br />The critic runs to the library to get the review, a photo, an old program, proving "Shakespeare" is really Ted Fearfield. The resemblance is dim. No one can match up the picture with the actor.<br /><br />But a rumor starts. There's gossip in the gossip pages (again). But people stand up for the "Shakespeare": the show's cast, its director, even just random people on the street.<br /><br />The critic finally confronts the actor, tries to get him to confess, or to trap him. But the actor cannot be stopped. Who is "Ted Fearfield" anyway? Can anyone even find his birth certificate? It was just a stage name. He realized one day there was nothing to prove he ever existed, and he realized that was his great opportunity in life--to start fresh, to make every day of living magical, the way it is in great drama, to create a whole new life, the way playwrights do. Or the way actors do every night when that curtain goes up and they're whomever they imagine themselves to be, whomever they can convince the audience they are, because the audience wants to believe in magic.<br /><br />'Shakespeare,' with his infallible psychological insight, makes the critic realize what a sham his life has been and how his whole life should have been centered around his former wife. He accepts the truth of the actor's insight, decides to give up on panning the show.<br /><br />All's almost resolved when the police show up. "Shakespeare" owes $8,612 dollars in parking tickets dating back thirty years--not including interest. His fingerprints are on the paperwork to prove he's just a guy who drove a cab for a dozen years many years ago.<br /><br />That night in jail "Shakespeare" works his magic on the guards, the other prisoners. Everyone loves him--even his public defender lawyer.<br /><br />It's opening night. The crowds are tremendous, the cast tearful. It's a real "the-show-must-go-on" moment. But the critic isn't there: his seat's empty.<br /><br />He knocks on his ex-wife's door. He begs, pleads, to be taken back. She takes him back without a fuss. She would have done so at any time, she says. All he had to do was ask. "The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath."<br /><br />The next morning is to be "Shakespeare's" first court appearance. It's a zoo--straight out of <span style="font-style: italic;">Meet John Doe</span>. The actors are their, clutching their great reviews and still carrying champagne glasses. TV camera crews interview the partisans: he's a great old guy, who cares if he's a fraud; what's a fake anyway, aren't we all fakes; I'll pay his parking tickets; they should hang him; etc. The usual media circus of craziness.<br /><br />But when the police come to his cell take "Shakespeare" for his first court appearance, he's gone. Vanished.<br /><br />The critic and his wife grab a cab to city hall to get remarried. The cabbie looks awfully familiar. Is it? It isn't. Or is it?<br /><br />--E. R. O'Neill<br /><br />P.S. I literally dreamt this one last night.Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-68512988686457027902007-05-31T10:42:00.000-07:002007-05-31T11:07:20.139-07:00After School Special: "If Freud Were Right."<em>Mrs. Janewski visits Little Billie's desk in the fourth row.</em><br /><br />Gee, Billy, what's wrong? You seem a little..out of sorts.<br /><br />I don't know. I feel tense and sad.<br /><br />That's not good. Are you eliminating effectively?<br /><br />Eliminating?<br /><br />Yes. Your BM's. Your bowel movements--how are they?<br /><br />Well, it's funny you mention. I haven't been able to have one for a while. I love my turds so much--I don't want to let them go.<br /><br />You know Billie, that's pretty common. It's called being anal compulsive. Sometimes there are good things. Like the way you keep your tidy. Or the way you're so good at saving money. <br /><br />I saved enough to get a new bike last week!<br /><br />Yes, that's great. But it's important to know when to let go. <br /><br />Like that song about 'The Gambler'?<br /><br />Ha. Yes, like that song about the gambler.<br /><br /><em></em><br /><em>Later. The bathroom. Billie's looking down into the bowl, a tear in his eye. His teacher forces open the stall door.</em><br /><em></em><br />Mrs. Janewski! What are you doing here? I was just--<br /><br />It's okay Billie. I know. You were just...trying to say goodbye.<br /><br />Yes. I'm going to miss this little guy so much. He took so long to make!<br /><br />Yes, that's why I brought all your friends along. Come in everybody!<br /><em></em><br /><em>All Billie's friends fill the tiny stall.</em><br /><br />Hey Jake. Hey Todd. Hey Sara. Hey Kimberly.<br /><br />Everybody, I'd like us all to look at Billie's B.M. Isn't it terrific.<br /><br />Wow. Cool. Great. It's nice and tight.<br /><em></em><br /><em>Billie beams with pride</em>.<br /><br />Now we all have to help Billie do something very difficult.<br /><br />What's that Mrs. J.?<br /><br />Billie has to say goodbye to his B.M.<br /><br />Goodbye forever?<br /><br />Sort of. Billie's B.M. has to sleep with the fishes and fertilize fields and pastures. But he can have another one tomorrow--if he works real hard.<br /><br />Goodbye, little turd. I'll miss you.<br /><em></em><br /><em>Everyone joins in</em>.<br /><br />Is it time, Billy?<br /><br />I think it's finally time, Mrs. J. <br /><em></em><br /><em>Each lends a hand to pull the handle and flush. We see the turd wisked cleanly away. Montage of happy fish and waving seaweed. Billy beams. </em><br /><br />Thanks Mrs. J. I feel much better now.<br /><br />That's good.<br /><br />And I'm going to start right away saving for a nice big turd for tomorrow!<br /><br />Smells like you're halfway there.<br /><br />That's enough, Todd McCarthy. How many times have I told you?<br /><br />But Billy smells like an old ham sandwich!<br /><br />Enough! Now apologize. <br /><br />Sorry Mrs. J. Sorry Billy. <br /><br />Okay, everyone, back to class. Who wants graham crackers?<br /><br />Me! Me! Oh me! <br /><br /><br /><strong>Next week on "If Freud Were Right": <em>Why Sara's Angry She Doesn't Have a Penis</em>.</strong>Edward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084348337553887449.post-27691718166738642882007-05-29T15:39:00.000-07:002007-05-29T15:57:03.558-07:00learn.google.comGoogle is all about information--finding it, organizing it, distributing.<br /><br />Google is part of a worldwide shift that's been taking place for thirty or so years: transfering information is adding up to a lot more than just numbers and files.<br /><br />Information is becoming <em>networked knoweldge management</em>. It stretches from the way numbers and letters, visual and auditory information are digitized and stored on computers to the way this information is distributed over networks, browsed and shaped for our eyes and ears, understood by users, created and organized collectively, flagged and tagged for usefulness. <br /><br />By doing everything from making the internet searchable to helping people retouch and organize photos to combining maps with sattellite photos to publishing blogs (like this one) to spearheading an operation to scan public domain books and make them widely available, Google is arguably on the forefront of networked knowledge management today.<br /><br />Google's focus on managing information opens the way for them to achieve the kind of project piloted by MIT and now being developed by Harvard: <em>open source education</em>.<br /><br />Right now colleges and universities pay millions to companies like WebCT and Blackboard for prioprietary services that allow teachers to managing and organize their courses. The software is fairly simple--threaded discussion, writing and posting elementary web pages, allowing students to collaborate.<br /><br />These companies offer nothing so special or so elegant.<br /><br />And the class sites are doubly proprietary: the whole things are firewalled. It's like having a university surrounded by an electrified fence topped by razor wire. The border between expert knowledge and the public at large is rigidly guarded. (They might as well have barking dogs.)<br /><br />Google could do it better--and expand the reach of knowledge world-wide in the process.<br /><br />Google needs to bundle its relevant tools, as well as building others.<br /><br />They could all live together under a learn.google.com url.<br /><br />Accredited colleges and universities could use some of the services for free--depending on issues like enrollment, if they're public or private, etc.--esp. on the condition that some of the teaching materials were available to <em>all</em> users<em>.</em><br /><em></em><br />Yes, it's nice that MIT and Stanford and Berkeley have some course materials and podcasts online.<br /><br />And yes there are open source software projects like Moodle and the like--but how many people use them? How robust are they? Right now they're all competing for a market largely given over to for-profit companies who could, let's admit it, do a better job.<br /><br />Who has more computing power?<br /><br />Who's more on the forefront of making the distribution of information into the actual management of knowledge--from your photos to your calendar to collaborating on documents to mapping the planet?<br /><br />Who should get behind open source education on the internet? <br /><br />Google.<br /><br />--E. R. O'NeillEdward R. O'Neill, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10308521407494524243noreply@blogger.com0