In this blog post I am going to be writing a scene that rewrites the action in Bullet in the Brain by Tobias Wolff and another scene that is from yesterday when I was in New York for an event called New York Maker Faire or World Maker Faire, yes I also find it strange that it has two names.
Bullet in the Brain Scene:
“Shortstop,” the boy says. “Short’s the best position they is.” Anders turns and looks at him.
“What did you say?” Anders asks. He wants to hear Coyle’s cousin repeat what he’s just said but he didn’t think about the fact that the others might think he’s being a jerk and ragging on the kid for his grammar.
“Shortstop” Coyle’s cousin repeats, assuming Anders didn’t hear what he said.
“No, after that.” he says, those two words sticking in his brain and resonating with him for a reason he can’t explain.
“Come on Anders, leave him alone!” one of the other boys yell, assuming Anders is trying to make fun of the boy’s grammar.
“I’m not-” Anders stops himself, knowing he isn’t going to win this one even though his intentions were pure. Those two words had Anders entranced. Those two words were all consuming and all anders could think about. Those two words were repeating themselves over and over and over again like a mantra in young Anders head. Those two words led the entranced boy out onto the field so the game could start.
“Just so you know that prusa guy is over there” I heard a woman say. I look up from the table of 3d prints and quickly discover that the woman is in fact talking to me. I turn to see where she is pointing and she's right, Joseph Prusa has arrived at his booth.
Don't worry I hear you loud and clear, you want to know where I am and what exactly is going on. I am at New York Maker Faire with my best friend and by this point we have been there for about three hours. No matter how long you were there the sound of chatter and machines whirring is forever present, along with the occasional puff of fire from certain areas and the band with all of the determination in the world to disrupt a speaker every single time they speak. The scent varies from zone to zone, especially because most of the faire is outside. The small race track smells like exhaust and funnel cake, the carpentry area smells like freshly sanded wood and one stage smelled like coke since they were constantly putting mentos into coke bottles and spraying the soda practically everywhere. Everywhere you look there is a different category of making, cosplay, 3d printing, blacksmithing, robotics, there is even a section for tiny houses. At this point and time Dennis and I find ourselves at the Prusa booth when this woman speaks to me.
Dennis and I make our way over to Joseph prusa when Dennis comes up with a brilliant idea. “You should ask him to sign your lancer”
Now for those of you who don't know what a lancer is or more specifically my lancer is, it is a 3d printed prop gun based on the game Gears Of War. now the reason why Dennis came up with this idea is because the 3d printer I printed my lancer on is a Prusa i3 MK3 which Joseph Prusa Designed. I had brought my lancer to Maker Faire because I had finished painting it right after ERRF which was a 3d printing convention and I wanted to show everyone from ERRF the finished product in person.
I introduce myself to Joseph Prusa and we exchange small talk as strangers do. I show him my prop which he finds absolutely amazing and asks about all of the details like how long it took to print, sand, paint, ect. I ask him for a picture which can be seen above. The second we finish taking pictures dennis speaks.
“We have an odd request” he says.
“Name it” Joseph says, probably assuming it was going to be something way more ridiculous than we have in mind.
“Can you sign my lancer?” I ask, really hoping he doesn’t find it too strange.
“Really?” he says. He looks absolutely shocked at what I just said. If you don't understand why someone would be shocked by being asked to sign a prop the reason is because I pretty much just asked Joseph to ruin the paint job I spent days creating to make sure it was just right.
“Yea!” I say with a smile. He signs the lancer hesitantly, and I really appreciate how careful he is being to make sure he doesn’t mess up the paint more than necessary.