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Sunday, June 22, 2014

Summer Supplemental #3 - John Patrick

Here's a quick little report I wrote about John Patrick, a playwright! There is no justification for me to be posting this, but I figured, hey. The fellow Dreamers out there may be a bit bored with their summers, and might want a little bit of entertainment, so here you guys go:


John Patrick: A History
            John Patrick was born on the 17th of May, in 1905, to parents that soon abandoned him, knowing so little of what their little boy would grow to do. Over the course of his 90 years of life, Patrick would write 34 plays, 26 screen plays, 2 television scripts, and publish 28 works, before his mysterious death in 1995.
            For people with an early life like Patrick’s becoming a successful writer wouldn’t have seemed to be a probable outcome. Patrick (originally John Patrick Goggan) was born in Louisville, Kentucky in mid-May in the early 20th century, and was abandoned by his parents. This forced him to be tossed around between various childcare groups, such as foster homes, orphanages, and boarding schools. As a result of this early-onset tumult, Patrick led a young life of truancy, but was able to acquire a job as a radio announcer at KPO Radio in San Francisco, California, and at age 20, married Mildred Legaye (in 1925). In 1929, he began writing scripts for the Cecil and Sally Show on NBC, drafting over one thousand of them before he stopped in 1933, but it wasn’t until 1935, when his first play, Hell Freezes Over, made it to Broadway. The show had a short run, but it opened up a world of opportunities for Patrick, including writing scripts for Hollywood, and writing plays for Broadway.
            His next play, The Willow and I, was produced in 1942, but before it opened, Patrick had joined the war effort as a member of the American Field Service, and administered medical aid during the Second World War. In the midst of the War, Patrick found inspiration for his next play, The Hasty Heart, and had finished writing it before he returned to the U.S.. This show went on to become a movie in 1949, and a television show in 1983.
            Patrick had various other plays produced in the years after the War, but it wasn’t until 1953 that Patrick wrote his stage version of the Vern J. Sneider novel, The Teahouse of the August Moon, (the book and the play bear the same title). The Teahouse of the August Moon tells of a U.S. Naval Captain, named Capt. Fisby, who is ordered to convert a small Okinawan town called Tobiki into a democratic, capitalist, “American” community, but experiences trouble in doing this, almost facing a court martial for “not turning the villagers into Americans fast enough.” In the end, everything works out (following the grand tradition of comedies), and the audience learns that it’s important to slow down and appreciate the beauty of simplicity.
            During the post-War era, it was quite common to see shows that presented the culture clash of Pacific nations and the U.S. as comical, but unlike most of those shows (such as South Pacific), The Teahouse of the August Moon doesn’t discriminate against the Islanders, but instead reveres them in a way, saying that they are enlightened through their simplicity. While that message is still condescending, it was far kinder than “You’ve Got to Be Carefully Taught.”
            The Teahouse of the August Moon was incredibly well received, winning a Pulitzer Prize, a Tony Award, and a New York Drama Critics Circle Award, and latter went on to be made into a film and a Broadway musical. Today, however, it is seen differently, as the characters would seem offensive to modern audiences, but that doesn’t make it any less significant. That once delinquent boy brought out an appreciation and respect of sorts for a repressed people, in a time when they were thought to be the devil-incarnate, a view that could have been developed in his truant youth, or his service in the War.

Works Cited
"John Patrick Biography." John Patrick Biography. N.p., n.d. Web. 26 May 2014.
"The Teahouse of the August Moon." Wikipedia. N.p., n.d. Web. 26 May 2014.
"John Patrick (dramatist)." Wikipedia. N.p., n.d. Web. 26 May 2014.


See ya

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Wednesday #15 - 7 Days: Sans Music

Hey Dreamers! I almost fell asleep before realizing I hadn't posted ANYTHING today... oops.


7 Days: Sans Music
            Philmont Scout Ranch, located in Cimarron New Mexico, contains 214 square miles of backcountry, according to their website, and has felt the boot prints of 950,000 Boy Scouts and Venturers since its opening in 1939. It lives in the hearts of Scouts as the ultimate adventure in Scouting, a trial of skills and determination. When I stepped onto the dusty ground of Philmont’s base camp, I was more than ready for 10 days of backpacking in the New Mexican backcountry. With worn-in boots and a 60 lbs. pack, I was set for adventure, my eyes on the horizon, my thoughts already miles down the trail. I wasn’t prepared, however, for the lack of music.
            The next three days had beautiful views, happy faces, sunny skies, but no music. We shot shotguns, told stories, climbed rock walls, made jokes, but heard no music. We bled, we fell, we fought, with no music. It wasn’t until the fourth day when this streak was stopped. We were all sitting around a flameless fire pit –dry season in Philmont means no fires- asking each other what we missed while we were out in the wild. Some of the guys said showers, others said indoor plumbing, but I said music. That’s when I started reacquiring it.
            We had a layover on the fourth, giving us two nights in the same campsite and an opportunity to go out and explore the nearby mesa, Window Rock. The climb was some 550 feet, and a mile or so down the trail from our campsite, winding us just a little when we got to the base of the mesa, but this time with music. It that I started singing, and the first song the came to my mind was “The 12 Days of Christmas.” I couldn’t keep singing the
            I’ll never forget how that felt, climbing that height. It was different from all the others, maybe because I was there to kill time, maybe because I didn’t have the weight of a rock on my shoulders, but maybe because there was music. We finished singing “12 Days of Philmont”, laughing at our joke,  
            There are, according to musicgenreslist.com, 273 different genres of music. And these genres of music have been fully integrated into our lives, on our phones, on our computers, on our televisions. Music can be heard playing in elevators, waiting rooms, stores. It’s sitting in our pockets, cars, and homes. We have music everywhere.
            But what if it all disappeared?


My Hero's

My hero's aren't in comics
My hero's don't wear capes
My hero's don't battle mythical
Monsters
My hero's don't have a special call
My hero's aren't talked about daily

No,
My hero's are real
My hero's wear green
My hero's risk their lives
For the ones they love
My hero's risk so much
For so little in return
My hero's aren't invincible
My hero's are normal people
With big hearts
My hero's aren't perfect
My hero's make mistakes
But my hero's are
Courageous
Brave
And honorable
My hero's fight for the red white and blue
My hero's fight for me and you



Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Wednesday #11 - Bro?

Hello Dreamers!

Bro?
“Come at me Bro!’, “Bros before ho’s”, and “the BroCode.” All of these sentences have one blatantly evident similarity: the word “Bro”.  As the word seeps into everyday use, one can’t help but wonder: what is a Bro? From frat boys to drama geeks, this (typically) male label is applied to so many variants of the modern male spectrum, breaking down social barriers previously thought impregnable. The question still stands: Who or what are Bros, and how can you tells who is a Bro?
It doesn’t take a literary genius to realize the Bro derives from “brother”, but it does take an adept observer to realize the difference. Brother, defined by Merriam-Webster’s dictionary, means “a male who has the same parents as another or one parent in common with another”, but Bros don’t (usually) share parents. Through their own life, Bros meet each other, and become Bros. But can someone become a Bro? Some may be born Bros, but many become them through following the Articles of The Bro Code, a book that contains every and all the de facto rules for interaction between Bros, and how a Bro lives.It establishes the “Wingman” (Kuhn 24), a partner in crime and a side-kick in picking up girls (which would appear to be the main focus of Bros).
Just because Bro and brother both refer directly to male comrades doesn’t necessarily mean females haven’t or can’t become “Bros”. In fact, in the “holy” text of Bros, known as The Bro Code clearly states in Article 22:  “There is no law that prohibits a woman from being a Bro.” (34) While this article comes into conflict with Article 4: “A Bro never divulges the existence of the Bro Code to a woman.” (14), it can be assumed that once a woman has made the transition from the role of chick into the role of Bro based on the Bro-chick dichotomy, The Bro Code may be revealed to her. But that begs the question: What makes a Bro a Bro?
A Bro will never grow a mustache, never splits a desert with fellow Brosnever comparison shops, never wears pink.Bros never cuddle, nor share a hotel bed if couches or the floorare available. A Bro isn’t vegetarian, he isn’t a spell-checker, he doesn’t reveal the scores of sport games, he doesn’t leave a Bro without posted bail (unless it’s crazy expensive), and he doesn’t accept help from his fellow Bros when he’s carrying things (except expensive TVs or moving anything into an expensive car). Bros follow these constraints not only to the word, but willingly.
A Bro is more than a friend. He is the kind of person trusted with secrets, delicate tasks, and your car. A Bro is the friend that is there for you because he needs you to help him move, but will only compensate you with lunch.  A Bro is always psyched, even if he isn’t, because that’s what his Bros need him to be. A Bro will ask you if you need help, even if he doesn’t plan to ever give it, because you shouldn’t really need it. A Bro is, essentially, a brother from another mother. But how does one differentiate a Bro from the rest of the crowd?
There are several distinct methods one can use to determine if someone is a Bro or not. One favorite method is something called the “Bro-five”. These can be as simple as the commonhigh five to something as complex and intricate as the Atomic High Five, but are all assured signs of Bros. Or rather, they were. The act of the high five has unknown origins and so it is difficult to determine with any certainty if the Bro and the high five have a shared creation, but it can be certain that a high five or fist bump is an act performed between two Bros. The act of the Bro-five is so important to Bro-culture that Article 107 ofThe Bro Code forbids a Bro from leaving another Bro “hanging”, or without a high five or fist bump (138)
While the Bros can be sifted out through the crowd with the Bro-five, the only true way to determine whether or not someone is a Bro is by becoming their Bro. By becoming someone’s Bro, the complete understanding of what a makes a Bro a Bro is revealed: love. Sure, it’s sappy, but it’s the truth. Love is what keeps a Bro going for his Bros, and keeps him in line with The Code. It’s not just a mutual arrangement that keeps Bros together, but a mutual caring towards each other (and doesn’t that make you want to break Article 41: “A Bro never cries.”) that allows for such a close and strong relationship between Bros (59).
Bros: the best friend of a lonely dude, but the worst enemy of the bachelorette party. A semi-hidden world that exists around us, where Wingmen and Bros leading the charge against the single occupants of bars and clubs everywhere. Some call it noble, others disgusting, but it’s truly a beauty of nature (yeah, it’s disgusting). People can go their whole lives, never seeing a Bro, but know that they’re out there, in the frat houses and the male dressing rooms, always looking out for each other, and wearing their hats either in a 12 o’clock or 6 o’clock fashion.
   
     So, I realize what happened. I clicked publish last night, but it didn't work (for some strange reason). Just so we're all aware, this was finished before Wednesday! I just didn't check to see if it went up. Sorry.
And now a poem and a quote
 The Next Day
Many people dream of the next day
the one the follows our sleep
the one filled with unknown
it rises when we do
full of hope and promise 

Many people wait for the next day
the one that the need to go on
the one that says a is better
it rises when we do
full of hope and promise

Many people waste this day
the one that happens right now
the one that we waited for last
it rose when we did
ignored for tomorrow
-JD Galuardi
"The higher the monkey climbs the more he shows his behind"- Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

Works Cited
"Brother." Merriam-Webster. Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 03 Mar. 2014.
Kuhn, Matt. The Bro Code. New York: Fireside, 2008. Print.