Adam DeFranco
the artist
The artist that I present is myself. A young guy, 19,
lives in Boston and goes to BU. His expression is through his writing
(and technical theater also) [though if this were any true
representaion of his talent he'd be expecting many rejection letters
in his future if his fantasy were ever realized] I'm rambeling I know
;)
He's also a "live action net talker freak". He a has
"residance" on a few talkers, including Foothills, Surfers, Resort,
and Forest. On most of them his "tag" is Interesting, but on surfers
he's known as Roland. Most of the people he talks to are real life
friends, but he's met one or two people who have become important to
his real life. To touch this invisible persons hand would make him
the happiest person. "Interesting" seems to be fairly unimposing, and
an allabout nice guy, he tends to roll with the punches and be mellow.
(even if it breaks his heart)
the art
Adam, has been working on this little big tail for his
mid-term project for creative writing. (erm that's tale *laugh*) The
jist of it is a relationship story with character development, the
main character is or rather has my name, but I've developed him in
souch a way that he's everything but me, such is the way of the first
person, what author wants to stand naked and say its really himself
(except in e-mail to complete strangers?) What I had noticed
(intended?) as I wrote it is that all the other characters seemed be
more (outwardly) aspects of myself. In this story there are
distinctions in how the main character acts and how he
thinks. Outwardly he is very "sensory" to quote one of my
professors. (i.e. he's concerned with material things, what he can
see, etc.) When you see what's inside of him his thoughts are almost
beautiful. The title of the first chapter is "Russian Dolls" refering
to (among other things) how what this character does fits into what he
thinks, and ultamitly into my (true) self. (and that's only half the
story!)
[man what a mess ;]
I havn't even mentioned the plot twist!
the beret
I had a hat. I loved it. I lost it.
(isn't that a variation of a standard outline?)
This hat was a fedora, I bought it when I was in Florida four
years ago. Not just a fedora, but an official "Indiana Jones" fedora.
$40 at the "Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular" I used to wear it
whenever I wrote, it was my "thinking cap". I started wearing it in
public everyday towards the end of my senior year, and my freshman
year at the University. But one day in my science lecture I must have
left my hat under my chair!
how could I have done that?!
I was demolished.
I searched and asked all the janitors what they knew, nothing turned
up. now whenever anyone I know says they'll be going to Florida, I
ask them to bye me another hat.
Submitted by Adam DeFranco, (adamsan@acs.bu.edu), on Friday, October 21, 1994, from Boston