#literature #podcast #levarburton
William Anderson is a man who died of cancer, and when he wakes up he's in the 'afterlife' except it's nothing he imagined it would be. He meets a man in that place and finds out that this 'afterlife' is just another man's purgatory. Forced to have the same conversations with individuals, giving them two options. The left, or right door. The left door restarting their life, or the right door, which kills them indefinitely.
This was an amazing short story. I love how descriptive Stephen King's stories are. He would describe the tap on a wall, or the quiver in someone's breath. Along with LeVar Burton's amazing narration voice, it brings the story to life. The way LeVar edited his sound to make the main character speak on the left, and the opposite man speaking on the right of your headphones. It has amazing symbolism in the story too. The main character (Mr. Anderson) is stuck in an infinite loop, living the same life over and over, while the other man is stuck trying to make his life end. Mr. Anderson pokes fun at the other man saying how he'd go insane if he had to be here forever. Until the man reveals that he's had this conversation with Mr. Anderson over 15 times. This was a shocking reveal because it shows that even knowing he will live the same life, with the same mistakes, with the same death, he still wants to relive it.
Event Logistics (2/28/2025, Craft and Chat, Faded Fashion Bleach Painting Clothes)
#clothes #bleach #craft&chat
During this craft and chat, I got to eat Nilla wafers and I haven't had these in years so it was really good. Other than that, Belle (the TA) showed and created the concoctions of bleach so we could bleach the clothes. After instructing us on what to do, I laid my black pants (as seen above) and began painting with bleach. The smell was very strong, but the Nilla wafers kept me going.
We all had very interesting conversations; about music, what designs we were doing, and how all our semesters were going. It was cool to see how other art scholar students were reacting to their first year. One of them asked me about how I'm handling the capstone, and I gave them a good response telling them that it's as manageable as you make it. After 30 minutes of chatting, I began to notice that my pants weren't being bleached, no matter how much bleach I put on them nothing happened. Belle even tried to help and see what she could do but to no avail. After accepting that my pants were gonna be the same as the way I came into this event, I realized the importance of craft and chats.
They are meant to connect the community of art scholars. Whether it's in a forced environment or not, we create the bonds we have with others, and we decide how close we want them to be. It was also very relieving because some part of me was hoping my pants wouldn't change even after I put bleach on them. Which is very dumb to think even after deliberately putting bleach on the pants.
Ultimately, the vibe was very chill, and I got to have productive conversations with some cool people.
Event Logistics (3/28/2025, Craft & Chat, Make-and-Take)
#freeforall #creativity #doodling
That day was wild. The whole week before that (Friday), I had planned to attend the craft and chat at Bel Air Hall from 5 to 7 pm. When leaving and seeing that no one was at Bel Air Hall and that it was at the Cambridge Community Center I was confused. When I got there the event was somewhat canceled, so I went back to my dorm. All that before seeing 30 minutes later the announcement from Heather saying the event is changed and back at Bel Air Hall.
Walking back to that event, I was very upset. I was hungry after walking back and forth and being out for over an hour (I was reasonably upset.) So when I got to Bel-Air Hall and saw the event was a free-for-all, I decided to use art to vent my frustration. That day I realized within myself, that art can be used in a tranquil way. I felt very grateful to art scholars for giving me that time to be able to sit outside of myself. I drew 6 doodles, them being random character concepts for random things. But what I drew doesn't really matter, because by the end of it, I felt at peace with myself. I had a great dinner, and I had a good sleep too.
I figured that I was more upset with what was going on in my life than the messed up event details, and I let that get me even more down. But thanks to that extra push I did to going back to the event, I was able to alleviate it all.