Post 12 Biting the Error Halpern

       Halpern seems to be talking about embracing the faults in narrative instead of trying to avoid them. On page 57 at the start of the second paragraph he writes "Though the fault might be the site of contradiction's potential legibility, it's also where forces of social containment and domestication lie in wait." This implies there can be more meaning in a fault that may not be appreciated by orderly views. Faults seem to reveal a lack of credibility in narrative. Perhaps that credibility is not necessary for narrative.
        Later Halpern writes in the same paragraph "By committing the fault, narrative would risk genre." It doesn't seem like risking the genre is a negative thing to him, but perhaps an avenue that should be explored. "Genre as institution may be disrupted and another way opened." Opening genre seems to invite faults and their impact on narrative. I think the take away point is not to conceal faults in narrative because it makes for an open text.

Post Eleven: A Boring Situation Free Write

Billy Jean walks down the wooden stairs of her home. Her powder blue dress with white polka dot accents flowed as she descended. She walked kind of on beat to the song oozing out of her ear buds and into the empty space between her two ears. Inside the lyrics bubbled around and found their way out of her mouth, every other word a slight mumble. Billy Jean didn't know all of the words. She floated down the hallway to the end table and opened the door to the drawer grasping the fake crystal knob. As she pulled the drawer toward herself the aroma of wood chips and pine cones rose to her nostrils. Billy Jean raised her arm instantly in reflex and let out two rapid fire high pitched squeals which accompanied the propelled germs being sprayed from her respiratory system. She was forever sneezing when she opened that drawer. Eyes opened again after recovering from this ritual expulsion, Billy Jean looked down to scan the contents of the drawer. Her fingers dug around the loose paper clips, pens, batteries, and one old bottle of Zodiac black nail polish. She grasped the ring that was entwined around what she sought. Keys in hand Billy Jean continued down the hall and exited the front door. Turning just as the song hit the chorus, Billy Jean inserted the house key into the lock. She waited for the singer to finish the word on the beat, and turned the key at the same time. Nodding and humming, she half skipped and almost tripped to her Buick. She caught herself on the door, gave the handle a tug and realized she hadn't yet unlocked it. Billy Jean pressed the button on the key ring and released the car from a state of alarm. Door opened, Billy Jean slid inside. As the song came to a close with its final drum beat, Billy Jean slammed the door synchronously. 

Post 10 "Event Factory"

   The narrator is a linguist who comes to a hotel in a foreign country on a journey. She appears unfocused at first, actually throughout. She tells a bunch of events and sometimes there's no reflection. It tells what happens to her while she's in this foreign place. At one point the linguist wants to discover something secretive and sets off to discover it. The character of Dar is introduced as a companion to the narrator. Dar is not the same nationality and they have to communicate with Ravikian words. The jumping of events doesn't stop here, even on adventure with Dar, the narrator continues to drop anecdotes without reflection. I can't recall why Dar left but she did. Then the narrator was alone for awhile. She did end up finding what she wanted, which was the secret Downtown. It seemed to leave her feeling unsatisfied. She then chose a new goal which was to find a book by a well known author and then met that author.
    The blur at the end comes when the narrator has the book but is back at the hotel with her friends. The next moment she's getting on a plane to leave. One motif that reappears about four times is the salsa dancer's advice about movement. Perhaps the message or main point of the book was not the details of the events, but the events themselves. Maybe the movement from event to event was the purpose of the narrator's journey. She didn't seem so fulfilled at the end with having seen the Downtown or having read the book. The salsa dancer's advice reappeared perhaps because that's the thing she could bring back home with her. It seemed to have more impact on her time there than discovering Downtown and reading the book.

Her feelings throughout about events:
"That feeling which attacks even the most seasoned travelers derailed our motivation...What am I doing here?" page 53
"The salsa dancer had said "You can't do it without the movement," and there I was over the past several weeks trying to do just that." page 40
"Standing in full view of my prize I realized that there had been nothing in particular I wanted with it, other than proof that it was there." page 83

Post Nine Excerpts of my "found book"

Roy Nadian

Personal voice served as the information.
Can her beauty something famous,
smiled little.
Nadian the mighty has its birthplace.
frozen population forefathers, almost disappeared.
Isolated tribes,
barren lands.

The low, lonely Company disappeared in the Kon night.
This force shares meaning.
The finest Engineers necessary for constructing thought.

                               shook
            sunlight
colored
      memories
                        crossing
              the world.

Nadian eventually murders
his heart.
This brave
        this way
take pride in the era often called.
Yes, yes, build, learn, game, wolves.

Nadian, Nadian hooked wrongdoers, he listened intently.
In skins lead away, many years know allowances.
The benefit with family might be better.

Pointed faces crumble,
permanent damage,
isolated, loneliness...sound of mind and body.

Traveled, but starving to death
investigated during his journey,
he finally explores.

Dangerous missions, his great perils.
All through relatively great wilderness.

Nadian motto: Swinging until gold dust.
He made somebody, Roy.

Unmapped
 reason
saw
              disputed
occasion.

Lonely, could see like jewels in the icy depths...
especially by himself.
Times across spectacular Time.
Warming people blazed pointing.

Said a chief "Control brutal men...
and women."
The original had risen in comfort,
                                             Nadian
in the the wilderness.

The horizon in the midsummer
is a muddy gumbo
in a dark cloud.

His language from hardships presented
beyond a memory.

Jolting men of the traders casinos ruled.
Other men, hesitated, sinister a difficult situation.

Marching toward honor a fire
at the knees. Nadian had done fell dead
in killing.

Slain countless traders
much misery he cried.