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Kunapipi, 1988
The train smashes away the hot, still, trembling body of the night and leaves it crumpled upon the hard rocks beside the sleepers. Black and bloody and flecked with light from the dying sun and the prosperous shops or the comfortable middle-class houses or the rushing vehicles on the highway. The train charges noisily onwards, high up on its embankment. It will never reach the stars, but it is too proud for the common, crowded highways. It floats on a lonely uniform course between reality and dreams.
The Power of a Pleasant Train Journey
Transportation Research Procedia, 2017
Train travelers in the Netherlands spend on average 36 minutes on the train. A big part of that time can be spent on a wide range of activities. These activities can be divided into two main groups: useful activities and pleasant activities. The kind of activities carried out during the train trip varies, amongst others, by trip purpose and trip length. In an extensive quantitative research we found that the valuation of the train trip highly depends on the extent to which the travel time can be spent in a useful or pleasant way, and on whether the traveler was able to perform the activities he/she planned. It is remarkable to notice that pleasant activities have a stronger effect on the trip valuation than useful activities. Another unexpected result from the research is the fact that the activity that is the reason for the trip (e.g. working at the office, going to a museum or visiting friends) also has a big impact on the trip valuation. Especially activities that are regarded as 'special' or 'pleasant' result in a higher valuation of the trip towards these activities. As a valuation of these findings we carried out several experiments on pleasant activities during the train trip: • Pink Monday Express: singing and dancing in the train on the way to the Tilburg Fair • Drie Uurkes Vurraf Express (Three Hours in Advance Express): dancing and drinking on the train heading for the Carnival kick of • Glow Express: light art with ocular rift on the train trip towards the Light Festival in Eindhoven From these experiments we learned that they have a huge impact on the valuation of the train trip. Part of this is caused by the pleasant and special activities that are the reason for the trip, but part is also caused by the pleasant time spent during the trip. The fact that the activities on the train and at the destination are in sync even increases the effect.
The story features the trip of a young student, a former seaman, by mail train from Athens to Salonica on a cold February night in mid-seventies. The nightlong journey ignites memories and reflections, which follow the events of that era. At the crossroads of his life, he concentrates his thoughts on what he knows and what has done so far with a glimmer of hope. Will the city embrace him or push him away?
2012
rolling in my gradually shrinking pre-birth room. And now-this story? Those who tell stories have a multitude of reasons. Some spread tales in search of glory, some talk for honor, others seek to earn respect or absolution, many lay out their legends to get into one bed or out of another, while the best are passed along simply to entertain, and to teach. And some reveal their truths merely because the storyteller needed to be heard. This is my story, for while it is not about me without doubt I have created it. With three simple actions. Indeed with just a few simple words-and only one of them felt like a big deal as it happened-I made this story. There, that is the first secret I have to reveal: all the great stories, those epics, legends, histories, lies, myths, bibles, and ballads, they are all constructed in their various ways from the smallest, most elementary, boring, and seemingly meaningless decisions that lead their heroes, villains, participants, legends, gods, and monsters into their unique and utterly inevitable confrontations. Things happen, all these tiny things, they pile onto each other not in the rush of a hurricane but in the steady patter of a weeklong drizzle. Until you are suddenly faced with the rage of the long forgotten river.
The Iowa Review, 2002
This is what he said. He said, "Would you do me the honor of din ner on Saturday." Those very words. Except maybe he had said, "having dinner." Or, "joining me for dinner," instead of just dinner. And he might have actually said the word, date. Yes he had. He had said the word, date. Summer Raney remem bered this because as she and the boy had stood there by the soccer field, and she could see the long-legged girls in the distance zoom ing around the oval, their ponytails swinging, Summer had tried to understand what this boy was asking in a way that made sense. But there was that word right in the middle of it. Date. And so there was no sensible way to understand it. He had asked her out. "Wait till I tell my dad," she thought. She tried remembering what she had said back to the boy: "Sure," or, "Okay," or, Td like that." She tried it now. Td like that," she said, looking around first to make sure nobody could hear. The words sounded unfamiliar, and in fact her voice sounded unfamiliar, and so she was sure that that was n't what she had said. Maybe she had just nodded. Anyway, he'd got ten the answer because then he had said, "Great, I'll look forward to it," and she had been left standing on the sidewalk, watching through the cyclone fence, as his muscley calves sprinted him back to his team. Summer grabbed the chain-links of the fence, both hands raised above her head, and she kind of slouched there, watching them prac tice. Other girls did this every day. They'd dangle against the fence laughing and calling out to their boyfriends: "great legs," or "look at the buns on that one." Summer didn't call out though. She just watched while they kicked the ball up and down the field. She tried to keep an eye on her boy, but her eyesight wasn't very good, and they all looked similar in their uniforms. They all looked like her boy. "Nice legs," she said once, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. That night, when she told her dad, he said, "What's his name?" Summer said she didn't know. "How do you know him?" her father asked.
2019
Sunshine is a story about growing up. It’s a story that I feel is important to tell, because it’s a hardship that everyone can relate to. By sharing a story that other people can understand, I can create a connection between myself and my audience; or a feeling of empathy. I chose to tell this story through film, so I could share my story primarily through images, or visual narrative. Sunshine is currently in its animatic state, which is the preliminary version of the film. The animatic, or story reel, consists of the film’s storyboards put together and timed out in a video format, and includes a scratch track of the voices and sounds in the film. In this paper, I will be discussing some of the foundations of creating a visual narrative; including the process of story development and character creation, the necessity of storyboarding and its principles in conveying stories, and the digital tools and process that I used to create and assemble the final story reel