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CHRESTOMATHYFor lack of a worse word, this page contains the odds and ends of my writing life, dallying dreams, tangential thoughts, wild undomesticated ideas — a kitchen drawer of things I don't have a better place to put.
IndyanaIndiana Jones And The Citadel Of Fate Opening Sequence When the second Indiana Jones movie came out, I was sorely disappointed. I thought — as many still do — that they had not gotten things right, the tone had changed, the direction was wrong. I loved "Raiders Of The Lost Ark", still do, one of the best — if not clearly the best — adventure movies of its kind ever, and likely impossible to ever top. But disappointed I was, and soon after tried my own hand at what I thought an Indiana Jones movie could be. This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope just as much fun to read.
SynchronicityThe Private I: Jungian Voices In Japanese Graphic Design Essay My last semester at Parsons was a tour of graphic design work in Japan. It was a marvelous opportunity that brought a group of us together with the best designers working at the time. Coincidentally I happened to also be reading a Carl Jung primer, and found Jung's ideas interesting — more interesting than Freud's. The semester in Japan required an essay for completion, so the two things came together in a hotel room in Kanazawa while I was fighting a particularly nasty, but fortunately short-lived, flu. The impressions made by these Japanese designers and the concepts of Carl Jung came together as I conceived the essay; the flu kept me inside long enough to write it.
SignifiersThe Semiology Of Robert Redford Essay If you are familiar with the writings of Roland Barthes, you'll appreciate this particular writing assignment, a sort of hybrid mimicry, parody, and my own thoughts on the significance of Robert Redford's career through the lens of semiological meaning and ontological purpose. If you're not familiar with Barthes, then what I've just described is meaningless, except for the Redford part, which is interesting enough in itself. Or so I say...
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