What’s Going On
For many reasons, I have been silent on this page, so I figured I might tell you all in written form rather than a cheap Facebook post. I am telling you that I am an author and that there will be stories and books in the future, and you should be prepared for all the words that I have in store for you, so updating you with some of those words for you to read, shouldn’t be a bother to you, or me.
Here is what I am thinking about going forward:
I can use this site’s version of a blog area to update you on anything that is related to me. As of now, I only have social media, which is great and all, but they really limit a guy’s word count. By the time I am done with a paragraph, Facebook wants me to cut it. Currently, I run the blog Pens and Words, but that is only for books and literature, so the demographic is different. I am not all of literature, so updating that audience on my own works is a selfish act.
I am not going to pretend like I want to write up a blog post on here every week updating you on what is going on with my career. I am not like that with my writing. I’d much rather keep quiet and update you when there is actually something to show. I also can’t keep too quiet, though.
Right now, I am only going to write stuff on here, and Pens and Words, since I am not prepared to start a blog within another niche, meaning I don’t want to start a movie or sports, or political blog, despite having some interest there, frankly because I don’t have the time to do it.
The major question you have been asking yourself is, what the heck have I been doing all this time? I need to have some sort of story or poem to show you, right? I like the option of having my own blog because this allows me to share unfinished work, of stories or poems or chapters, for stuff I am working on. I
I have a plot twist to this whole thing. There is no update at all. There is nothing even here! These words are all in your head, as am I! The update is not an update but a figment of your imagination. Woah…
Joking aside, let’s get to the good stuff, though. Some stuff for you to read:
I have an incomplete short story, and some poems I am working on, and part of an article for the blog Pens and Words. I figure I might as well give you incomplete versions of stuff rather than nothing at all. So I am giving you the completed stuff first.
Piece: I Hate Reading My Poetry Aloud – for the most part this is done, minor tweaks, but I like what this is for now.
I Hate Reading My Poetry Aloud
I hate reading my poetry aloud.
I don’t know why.
Could be my voice.
I used to think that was it.
But now, I talk to many people about a lot of things. I hear myself. I said normal.
For the most part.
Could be the poetry.
It’s probably that, but I am ignoring that option for now.
Could be some public fear of criticism.
I don’t want to read my poetry aloud, because I don’t want you the reader to criticize what I wrote.
Wait… at that point, you are the listener.
Why do I hate reading my poetry aloud?
See, the real problem here is that I didn’t discuss this with my therapist.
He knows the answers.
He is also a figment of my imagination, and for some reason I made him act like Robin Williams in that movie where he pretended to be a therapist.
There is plenty of therapy material there.
I couldn’t tell you though.
I never go.
Who needs therapy when I have poetry to confess all of my life?
Instead of sitting in a chair for an hour a week talking to a stranger about how an event I forgotten as a kid shaped the man that I am today, I am recording all of my disturbing, dark thoughts in a well-organized mess, for many to read at their leisure.
This is a poem to you.
This is a recollection of a life event I forgot about to me.
I have gone to poetry readings.
They are boring.
Sorry, can I say that aloud?
Can a poet not like poetry readings?
It feels like I am breaking some unwritten rule here.
I can put stuff on the ball for a better grip, I just can’t make it obvious.
Damn, I always forget about that last part.
(I’m blaming my therapist for that one)
I can hate to read poems aloud, I just can’t make it obvious.
This whole thing.
All the words above that you read.
They are all a joke.
I don’t really hate reading poetry aloud.
No. Not me. That is the other Greg Luti.
Not as charming or good-looking.
I was kidding when I said that thing about reading poetry aloud.
I just remembered something.
My therapist told me about this….
I am using humor to deflect the real reason for my problem.
But then again, I don’t have a therapist.
Oh boy, seems to me like I need to attend some therapy.
Or you know, write a poem.
Piece: Life of (Character) – Another poem, mostly complete. This is the working title, since I don’t have a name for the one guy yet.
Life of (Character)
How do you read a man when his lies are truths, and his jokes are facts?
If he says he is kidding after an honest statement, what do you do?
Should you address the comment, and discuss possible solutions to it?
Or should you ignore it as a passerby, and nothing to serious to hear?
Addressing the comment may not be appropriate if you don’t know the individual.
Should you help if the person is only a stranger, and not someone you see often?
Are you wrong if you ignore it?
Is the person reaching out to you because you are listening to their woes and your silence or disinterest is not what they need?
I spoke to a co-worker as we stood in the store seeing the mess of orders ahead of us.
A lot of boxes to be filled.
A lot of boxes to be packed.
A lot of work to be done.
“Been up to anything lately? It has been some time since I saw you.”
I asked my co-worker, who I have not seen in months.
“Not much has happened in my life. Nothing new.”
“Ain’t that the truth. Is there anything new that happens?”
“Aside from life…. Nah not much.
You still attending Church with your Bible study group?”
I go to one Bible study and all of a sudden, I am religious.
I lied to be respectful.
“Oh yeah, I went a few more times since then.”
“It is always interesting to speak about the Lord.”
It’s okay, better than speaking about Satan, I suppose.
“What about you? Been staring at walls when you are not here.”
“Hey, that wall has interesting conversations.”
“I hear it does. I prefer to talk to myself in the mirror. At least I can see the debater.”
He smirked at that last line.
“Nothing new in the life of (character’s name)?”
“Well a while back I thought it would be wise to dismantle any rational relationship I have with my friends, and kill any hope I have with the woman of my dreams, destroying any true hope I have of love and happiness in this life.”
“That was a joke.”
“You have a weird sense of humor.”
“So I’ve been told.”
We didn’t speak much about our lives after that last statement.
We spoke of work, of numbers and orders to be done.
After a job some-what done, we went our separate ways.
What did he mean by dismantling any rational relationship with friends?
Or killing any hope with a dream girl?
Or destroying any true hope in his life?
Who jokes about things like that?
Did something really happen to (character’s name) since I last saw him, or was he really joking?
I guess I’ll never know.
Piece: Does Sherlock Holmes Have A Point? – this is an article, I will put on my blog Pens and Words, along with a few other pieces. I want to add more to this piece, especially the ending, but if I can’t I’ll keep it as is.
Does Sherlock Holmes Have A Point?
The British detective, who changed how we all examined a crime scene with his deduction reasoning, had a notoriously strange outlook on the world, which puts him at odds with the very world he lives in. So, no, it is not that he is an overall unusual character, one that some may feel behaves like a detached hero more than a noble one, which we should be rooting for in the story.
Holmes thought you should only know what is needed to help the crime. Let’s think about that for a second; only the information that is useful for doing his job, in this case, solving crimes. You may not think that presents much of a problem, but closer examination shows Holmes doesn’t know what he is talking about.
The philosophy of Sherlock Holmes’s attainment of knowledge presents a few major issues.
What is considered important to the case? – Holmes doesn’t admit that he is still prioritizing stuff by eliminating them and thus leaving out major potential information. How does Holmes know that something he deems insignificant to his career may not be important later on? The truth is, he doesn’t. He is openly being a hypocrite here, too, since one day he is saying that the insignificant details of the world mean nothing to him, and then when he is solving a crime, he says that the slightest detail can change the outcome of a case. So what is it exactly? Do the details only matter to the case? How can a major detail that relates to the life we live not relate to the case as compared to a minor detail only Holmes knows? How is he prioritizing this thought process?
How does he actually do this in a world full of information? – The idea of Holmes sounds good in theory; only learn what is helpful to you, but anyone who has lived longer than a day knows that is impossible. You get pointless information thrown at you all the time, whether it is commercials on the TV, pop-ups on the internet, or even studies in school you deem useful in your educational advancement. Practically speaking, you learn useless information about our world, whether you want to. There is no way around it. You’ll memorize a jingle you would rather forget. (There is one about cars and kids that always get stuck in my head) You’ll remember internet pop-ups you never intend on using. (We all know these so much there are even jokes about the frequency of these pop-ups) You’ll remember a fact from school that doesn’t help you in life. (For most, it is Pythagorean’s theorem. I have yet to come across any adults who use this on a frequent enough basis where the emphasis on learning it in school is justified. For me, the number one rule in war is never to invade Russia. Hitler did it and lost. Napoleon did it and lost. I guess the school wanted all those aspiring generals to learn their war strategies early in life)
Do we view each other as stupid because we remember these silly things? No. We accept them as a fact of life since we can’t always control the information in front of us, yet our brains always work, receive, and process information. Even though there are many times we want to be unplugged or turned off from the world, our active brains don’t allow it, giving us knowledge in fields we have no interest in.
So what does Holmes do if he hears a catchy commercial jingle? How does he avoid internet pop-ups? Are you telling me in school, Sherlock Holmes never encountered a topic that would be useless to know as an adult?
The intriguing part of the theory is how it is very sensible in one respect, and in another, it is insanity at its finest.
Know what matters to you. Everything you learn should be functional in your daily life. That is good advice to give someone to focus better on accomplishing a goal and not get distracted by the information around them. I tell it to kids all the time. Focus on the assignment ahead of you. In certain regards, the Holmes perspective is great.
On the other hand, the theory completely dismisses the real-world application of its use. How do you live a life where you only get the information you deem worthy of your time? That is not actually living but trying to control the world to your mental will. Not accepting this factoid of life can cause concern for those around you. If you don’t realize that the world will give you plenty of pointless crap to deal with, then what else don’t you get.
It’s part reasonable, part insane.
Perhaps this is why we are all fascinated by Holmes. He is trying to live a life that none of us can live.
Piece: The Score (Incomplete) – I figure I am only starting out with this piece. I have a funny twist at the end, that I am trying to work towards.
After two and a half hours of teaching, Fred had no comments for any of the five students he dealt with on the floor. As he teaches a student, whether they are in second grade learning the basics of education that have come second nature to the adult Fred, a middle school student struggling with keeping their composure to develop the basics, or a high school student panicking over the impact that a test such as the SAT may have on their future, Fred always tries to type up a few notes on the company laptop he takes for that session in order to write down comments on the student.
He doesn’t do this for the student or his workplace, but as a writer, he feels that exposure to words in any capacity can help develop his skills. So he tries to write a few hundred words for each session he has a child. Normally his night shifts are a few hours, ranging from one child to a few during those hours. Fred, as he assigns the kids’ work, can then write up information about how that kid is doing.
Little did Fred realize that his comments were of use to his company, and they were much appreciated by his boss since, as I said, he was rather selfish for his use of the tool. No other teacher uses the Comments section for each student they are with, a fact unknown to Fred until said so by his supervisor, Ann.
On this Tuesday night at around 6:30 PM, after being at his job for more than two hours, Fred had no comments on any of the kids he saw because he had no time for notes when the room was full of menaces running around.
On a normal day, Fred’s strategy for comment recording is smart and useful for himself to understand the student more and for the company, but not when he is busy on the floor, for every other second he is grading an assignment a kid has completed, or he is instructing one on an error made on one. Whenever he sat down to type a few words, another kid was either done with their assignment, needed help, or, worst of all, was acting up and told to be quiet by the busy teacher.
I should clarify that Fred is not literally on the floor with the children in the large office space, converted classroom. Still, it is a term used by his employee in a local after-school program to describe what it means to be in the room where the kids are being taught the general education material. This is different from the individual rooms set up for the SAT students. Why the large open room, with a table in the middle and desks lining the walls, is called the floor is not an answer given to Fred. I mean, he doesn’t know why the word floor is used compared to something else.
Preparation is the key to a busy day, or so that is what conventional wisdom would tell you. They also say that one is to look both ways when crossing the street and that hard work pays off. Do they tell you there are many times you will be the only one on the street, and walking across it blindly won’t hurt you? Do they mention that you need connections with that hard work, for effort without notice is pointless? No, they don’t. Just as preparation is the key to a busy day, only when you can handle that very day, if the day is too busy for you, the amount of preparation won’t change how it all goes.
Fred stupidly believed he could keep up with the hectic day that had him dealing with five students in a manner of two hours. All students need their own binders, all learning their own thing, and all need their own instruction. This was not a classroom in that Fred was teaching the students all the same topics. Nope. One kid was learning how to identify inferences on a fourth-grade level, the other was learning seventh-grade vocabulary, and another was reviewing their math homework. With all the commotion, one is right to ask if Fred was working in a classroom or a daycare center.
On the table in the middle of the room, Fred had all the binders ready for each student,
The only two in the room were a middle-aged English teacher and an SAT student, neither of which Fred spoke to, for he knew a storm was coming.
As he prepared to take the binders from the shelves for each student, he heard the English teacher speak to the student, “This is very idiomatic and not something you should be concerned with.”
The wannabe writer knew what was being mentioned, for he too taught the SAT, and for some reason, the test wants students who barely read and have more anxiety attacks than pimples to understand idioms they never see. He knows that idioms are important to a person's life, for he and everyone else uses them, but he is unclear why something like that is mentioned only as a minor part. Should idioms either not be included or be a focal point to the test? Fred has thought many times. His reasoning is always the same, in that he doesn’t make the test and is only paid to teach the kids about it, so he quickly loses interest in that controversy.
There is an unfortunate logic that high school students see through when it comes to their learning of idioms. “What if I don’t know it because I never saw it before? Am I expected to just know all the idioms?” This a fair question and one that Fred reasons they are to do the best with what they can do.
He has repeated these words to many SAT students. “I get it. You want me to tell you how you are to answer a question when you are supposed to know the word, but you never saw the word, so how does that work? The best thing I can say to you is you must use the process of elimination. Eliminate the ones that it can’t be. I know you don’t want to hear that, but that is the best answer. If you are going to guess, at least guess smartly.”
This feedback for a student would not be available on a day like today. You can’t instruct a lesson to a child when you have two on the other side of the room, not doing anything, and the one in the corner, drumming with his two pencils. However, I wonder if the day would have been easier for Fred if he had told all the students on the floor to guess.
As he put the binders for each student on the table, he warned the English teacher what was to come. “You may want to go into another room since the circus is showing up in a little bit.”
“Oh really?” She answered, surprised by any interaction with the other teacher. “I was wondering if we should do that.” She said to the SAT student.
She packed up her papers and books, and the two left for a room where they could get some quiet. The place is quiet now but wait for a few minutes.
Fred was left to prepare for the circus. But if you are a Spartan at Thermopylae, why should you prepare your wedding for a woman you will never see?
There you have it. A few pieces I have written for you to actually believe me when I say I am writing stuff for you to read. Now, I know that there are minor spelling errors in some of them, and one of them doesn’t even have a title, but I want you to know that I am engaged in my writing, even though I don’t always share pieces with you guys. Thanks for the support.