Tag: storytelling
Storytelling – The Power of Adrenaline
Found this at James Randi’s website:
I would like to tell the fellow who found a device which enabled him to speak to the dead, that he’s wasting his time with the device. No device is necessary — all a person has to do is to just speak out loud to the dead. The trick is getting them to reply.
Kind of reminds me of the story of the gravedigger who lost track of time and found it was the end of the day and he had dug the grave so deep he could not get out. His co-workers had gone home so he settled down in a corner and went to sleep. A man who cut through the graveyard each night on his way home from work, fell into the new grave. He tried desperately to get out a few times until he heard the voice of the awakened gravedigger, off in a corner: “You can’t get out of here.” Well, he did!
Haircut and storytelling
So I got a haircut today. Fourteen dollars took away five months worth of growth. I no longer look like a lumberjack. Of course, if I take off the plaid shirt it might help that impression too.
Yesterday I told “We Can Get Them for you Wholesale” in Storytelling. I cant remember the lst time I was so nervous. I sat down in front of the class and just started talking, started telling the story. I relaxed after a couple minutes, after I realized other people thought this was funny too.
We had an interesting discussion afterwards. Several people could tell exactly when I relaxed, when I started to enjoy telling the story. And the fact that I loved this particular story really showed as well. And Betsy pointed out something to me that I never knew before. At several points in the story, to keep myselft form laughing with the rest of the class, I actually stuck my tongue in my cheek. I never knew I did that, and Betsy never knew there was a reason to the expression tongue in cheek humor.
I’m almost done with hours. By next Monday, I’ll start earning money. Yay!!!!
Protected: Good couple of days
Storytelling – The Bell Witch
Thinking about the story I’m telling in class today, I remember the story of the Bell Witch that I told for the final Caileadh back in England. I remember finding many sources about the Bell Witch then, lots of different version of the tale. Most of them were the same, but there was one that particulary grabbed my attention: the story of the love between the ghost and the daughter.
Last year for a project I tried finding that version of the story again. It’s gone. I can only find the version about the disgruntled neighbor, not about the murdered field man. I’d like to tell the story again some day, but I’d like to re-check some things.
Storytelling – Noodles, Nitwits, and Numskulls
Finally got this book from the library. I had it when I was a kid, nad I think I got rid of it five or six years ago, before my interest in storytelling really took off. It’s a collection of short stories, riddles, jokes, and anecdotes about the fool. There’s a bit in the middle about the Wise Men of Gotham, a bunch of fools from 13th century England. There’s also a bibliography and a notes section in the back I found interesting now. I don’t think I ever paid it any attention when I was a kid, but now I’m fascinated by that section.
Storytelling – The Movie Guys
So several years ago I went to New York City for the first time. While I was there I met up with a friend who used to work for NBC radio. She told me a story once …
Apparently, there are two men who do ninety percent of the movie trailer voiceovers in this country. And they hate each other with a passion. One is named Jack, and I think the other is Allan. Anyways, as part of my friend’s job she was escorting Jack out of the building after he had done a commercial, and hey ran into Allan who was coming in to do a commercial. And right there in that hallway two classic voices started screaming at each other. Imagine “You Fucking Asshole” being yelled in that deep, over excited, over dramatic voices you hear advertising the big summer blockbusters. Joanna got to witness something spectacular that day. Her only regret was that she didn’t have a tape recorder.
Storytelling – The Question Mark
What is up with the question marks on campus? I realize this isn’t much of a story, but you have to wonder if all these pink pieces of paper with nothing but a question mark are the work of some secret society or something. Are they messages? Is it some long, dragged out ad campaign? I found a button in the CADlab today with a question mark on it. Great, now I can be the riddler.
I’d like to do somethign like that that has absolutely no meaning whatsoever. Just to get peoople talking and wondering. Hmmm. I wonder if that could be considred a public art project?
Storytelling – I’m not a trained Folklorist
Something Betsy said in class today made me think of this. There are stories all around us, but I probably just don’t notice them. I’m not a trained folklorist. I’m in training. I suppose that’s what the purpose of this diary was, to get us noticing the stories around us more.
Storytelling – The Cup Holder
I recall this short story I heard once about a man who had just bought a new computer. This was back in the early nineties, just as the web and e-mail and multimedia were starting to get big.
A tech support representative at a major computer manufacturer received a call from a very angry customer one afternoon.
“My cup holder just broke off,” complained the man on the other end of the phone.
“Your what? Your cup holder?” stammered the tech support guy. “In your car?”
“No, on my computer. I haven’t had this thing even a month and it’s already starting to break!”
“Was this a special order sir?”
“No! I just got my computer, pressed one of the button on the front, and this cup holder just slid out.”
At this point the tech support guy broke up laughing when he realized the man was using the CD-ROM tray as a coffee cup holder.
I’ve heard this as a joke most often, but the first time I heard it it was presented as fact, as a letter in one of the big computer magazines of the time.