My coming to live with the ghost of Victor Schertzinger occurred in July of 2018 after leaving Hawaii to work on a short story series with a comedian friend living in LA, declared, “You need to come to LA so we can pitch this to some animation companies and producers.” In typical LA fashion, the project fell through, but at the time, hope invigorated action, and after some lengthy discussion, ticket purchases, and long goodbyes, I moved to LA the next month. (A clear sign of my busy, busy life.)
Capitalism’s financial instability is well-known and voiced by many critics for a long time. While leaders adjust monetary policies to achieve economic sustainability, capitalism’s social pollution proves far more difficult to correct. This pollution indoctrinates society with an economic view that reduces people and their activities to a commodity or dollar value: a social devaluation clearly elucidated in artistry and motherhood.
Summarizing Micro God ruins the reading experience because the novel’s satirical view of amateur genre fiction writers is best left to the reader’s discovery, or so I thought until the reviewers revealed the need for spoilers. Filled with every mistake possible by a fiction writer reveals Micro God, an uncomplicated parody of the hero’s journey through Detroit’s mean, crime-infested streets.
“Okay, okay, everyone please quiet down, so we can get this meeting started,” Lars calls from behind a podium in the backyard gazebo of his Beverly Hills home. Adjusting the microphone, he asks, “Did everybody get some wine? Do we need some more cheese?”
In 2009, I explored some of the Rosewood Asylum in Owings Mills Maryland with a friend. Founded in 1888, Rosewood, originally named Asylum and Training School for the Feeble-Minded, underwent several name changes until finally becoming Rosewood Center in 1969.
Walking home, I saw a sign posted in a yard “Teachers are Heroes. Support teachers.” Stopping a moment in the grind of the long-standing resentment held for teachers, I shook my head and continued walking as sadness replaced despise.
Starting one night at the Necromancy Occult & Black Incantations Group of Thaumaturgy Schools, otherwise known as NO BIGOTS, the magic professors save infant Larry Suter, sending him to live with his aunt, K.J. Scowling. Scowling is supposed to keep Larry safe so he may one day fulfill his destiny and stop VoldiTrump, the evil wizard who killed Larry’s parents. Not at all like other Jesus-infused, derivative, savior-archetype stories.
Moments of peace from resolutions about past bullying occurred many times but always unraveled in recurring feelings proving the answers wrong. The never-ending coping with bullying is perhaps the most frustrating aspect of this problem. I have tried many times to research, contextualize, and clarify the issue but failed because understanding bullying likens to diagnosing and treating yourself for a disease that few people care about or understand.