1468. On Character

I recently read a book (which shall remain unnamed) that reminded me of the power of character in story. In short, character is the key to story–the driving force that determines the direction and gives purpose to a story. Who a character is must affect how a story is written and the eventual outcome. The writer of the book in question is experienced enough to be aware of this, but the book shows no evidence of this knowledge. In truth the novel suffers from the worst affliction possible to a story: If you changed the characters race, age, gender, affliction, etc. the story wouldn’t be affected at all.

From time to time I call this the Bella affliction, or PANTS. The latter name comes from the notion that Bella, the lead character of the Twilight series, could be easily replaced by a pair of ladies jeans. Short of being female and young, every other variable about her could be changed–race, personality, characteristics, etc. and the story would still play out the same way. This is exactly how the other novel I just read played out. In fact, these PANTS could’ve switched gender and age without the story skipping a beat.

Story is about character, so who a character is must affect the choices made in the story and, in many ways, determines where the story begins and ends. Without this fundamental part of story, all you are doing is pushing script for Oculus Rift. I think some writers get lost in trying to tell an epic saga and focusing on the big mystery and or the great changes their worlds will undergo. All of those mysteries and changes are meaningless unless the reader cares about the person that stuff is happening to. Readers are followers. We follow people in stories because we care about what happens to them. Things happening independent of people to care about are just empty things.

1467. On Coaching

For the first time in a long while I am in jeopardy of a loosing season. I’m frustrated by this because it feels like a continuation of what went down at the end of the flag football season. We dropped two of the last four games, because the kids simply could not execute. The talent was there, but the kids couldn’t make the plays and the plays didn’t work to help put the kids in the best position to make the plays. This time the sport is soccer and the problem again is execution. The coaching is working to a point. The kids love practice and they come into the practice with excitement and energy, but come game time they take a half off–first or second depending on the game. It leads me to wonder how they plan to finish the season and how I can break this routine for the upcoming basketball season.

 
Two practices and then the last game is upon us. 
I’m excited to face off against what is supposed to be the best team in the league. I’m considering changing the style of play for this game. My 7 yr old is a tenacious player and if I sic him on their best player he’ll work like a monster to shut that kid down and work to get the ball to our strikers. So, that’s what I’m gonna do. Then I’m going to set up a fierce defensive rotation to ensure that they cannot get to our goal. That ought to work if the player arrangement is the problem. The problem might run deeper than that. The problem might be momentum and confidence. The momentum they have is in the wrong direction–a tie and two losses in the last two weeks. The confidence has probably gone the way of the momentum, but they’re young enough to bounce back with a strong opening quarter. So, to that end maybe I will push extra hard and run 6 on offense and hold one back at midcourt for D.
 
So what does all this mean for basketball? I’ve been fortunate enough to coach with a guy very good at motivating players and getting them to show up for the game. He won’t be with us, which means I will be the head coach and the guy bringing the motivation and the training. I’m worried about that part but we’ll see how it goes. Challenges are supposed to make you learn and grow. This challenge will do exactly that.

 

1466. Reflections of Union Square

We stopped in Union Square to enjoy the sunshine. New York has treated us to London/Seattle like rain and fog. Today the eastern sun burned off the fog long before noon, providing opportunity for sight seeing. In New York the sights are the people. The tatooed black man with CP wearing the CCCP soccer shirt ambled along the fenceline watching his dog pace. Out of the corner of his eye he watches the small crowd gather to watch two beautiful women dressed in sports bras and leggings performing random acts of yoga in the park. From where I sit I can only catch the occasional glimpse of a naked foot or the twist of a shoulder. Men smile and some slow to snap a photo. Women slow to gawk and complain. A woman in leggings remarks, “Why can’t they do that on a weekday?”

 “or on the grass.” Her friends says. Leggings only groans in return.
I smile, seeing that on the surface the complaint is about these two women crowding a small space but below that they both carry an air of disdain toawards the open sexuality. A wolf trots by, dragging its owner and the owner’s daughter. Perhaps it is a dog, but the size and coloring make me question that. I become aware of other barking dogs and my eyes follow my hearing to a dog park tucked between the trees. New York in the summer.
Some Thoughts:
  1. The City that never sleeps never provides free internet either. I lost the link sometime after 1465 so the next few are catch up.