Saturday, July 15, 2017

Part 17B 

The Journal of Norinko Hanasaki 

The Search Begins


by Anthony Servante



The Journal of Norinko Hanasaki
Picture by Suzie Segawa
Taken the Night Before Norinko's Disappearance




Dear Mr. Servante,

This is Bridget Namura. Your friend, Mr. Martin Reaves, asked Suzie about Norinko’s notebook. Her parents are so strict that they didn't give her permission to talk with an adult that they haven’t met. Suzie showed me the email and I told her that I would track the notebook down and contact you. If it’s in the school, I’ll find it.

July 10, 2017 Mr Palomina, the school janitor, told me when I asked him that Detective Wu had come to the school to ask questions about the journal of Norinko. That’s what was written in the notebook: Journal 2016 Norinko Hanasaki. Wu was asking everyone about it. He also said a newspaper man came looking for Wu because he had heard about the notebook from Miss Hernandez, the bus driver who was fired last year. She was arrested for writing on the bus and the deputies came and found the notebook on her. She was taken in so Wu could ask her questions, but Wu said that she was “not all there”. The janitor made a swirl with his finger above his ear, like she was crazy or something. Before Wu left, however, the notebook disappeared. The reporter, the janitor thinks, must have taken it. And Mr. Palomina thinks that it’s hidden in the school. The last person he talked with was the janitor. That means the janitor’s room was open while Wu and the reporter talked. That would be a good place to hide it. The janitor agreed and said he would look for it.


July 11, 2017 After my last class, I went to the supply room; the janitor wasn’t there. Mr. Palomina’s supply room was open. I went inside and closed the door. Then I switched on the light. The walls were covered with words and sentences. Like poetry written in different directions. Up one wall, across the ceiling and back down the other wall. His locker was moved over about two feet. I could see the drag mark on the floor where he pulled it away from the wall. There was something behind the wall. The notebook! And then there’s the poetry. Again. The bus driver wrote poetry. And she was the first one to find the journal. Now the janitor. The reporter, too, wrote on his apartment walls. 

As I copied the poems off the supply room walls, Mr. Palomina entered the room. I asked him why he wrote these things. He said, You told me to. No I didn't. The journal was behind my locker, just like you said. It showed me the words. You were right. About what? I asked. Buzzkill is alive. He's coming. He knows who's who and what's what. Don't be a Buzzkill. The real one is coming. 

That's when Principal Mayhew came in. She ordered Mr. Palomina to her office, but he didn't go. He pointed at me and yelled, Don't be a Buzzkill. He's coming.
.
The Principal called Security on her talkie. She told me to go to the Nurse's and wait there for her.
But I went home instead.

July 12, 2017 After my last class the next day, I asked Miss Johns, the English teacher, if she knew anything about the two deputies who arrested the bus driver. She said that they don’t work for the department anymore. And Detective Wu, who was in charge of Missing Persons, quit. They think. Rumors, according to Miss Johns, say that the two deputies were found without clothes, tattooed in Chinese symbols. She said she doesn’t know how such rumors get started. Yeah, right?! She’s the Gossip Queen of the school. That’s why I knew she was the one to ask about the deputies. So that means everyone, except maybe Wu, wrote something somewhere after finding the notebook. 

Miss Johns asked me to throw away the trash, that the janitor didn’t throw it away last night. Rumors were that Mr. Palomina was suspended. I picked up the trash basket, and there it was. In the trash. Norinko’s Tokidoki notebook. Miss Johns reached over and pulled it out of the can and opened the cover. It read: Journal 2016 Norinko Hanasaki. I watched her lock it in the bottom drawer of her old wood desk. Then she told me that she was going to see the Principal and ask about the janitor.

When she left, I opened the unlocked upper drawer and reached down to get the notebook. Then I put back the drawer. I once saw them do that on TV in an old black and white movie. The old drawers each have a lock, but they can be lifted off the rails, revealing what’s in the drawer below. I put the notebook in my backpack and went to catch the school bus home. Suzie’s mom now pick her up after school, so I ride the bus alone now. I’ll look at the notebook when I get home.

As I was about to leave, Miss Johns stopped me and asked why I looked so scared. Before I could answer, she said, Oh, you must have heard that Mr. Palomina was sent home for cussing at the children. I heard you had a run-in with him. You should have told me. I nodded yes. Principal Mayhew told him to go home or the police would be called. Bridget, I think you better go straight home. Strange things are going on at this school.

At Home that night. The poetry in the notebook is the same as the poetry in Part 16 on Mr. Reaves Blog. Except there’s a new one. Here it is:

Neither bird nor fowl
Witness to the great fall
Blind except for sight
Guided by the holy light
Neither weep nor bawl
Either creep or crawl
Prepare to enter the great hall
It is there I hear the call. 

I’m pretty sure it’s the janitor’s poem. I checked my notes and it’s the same thing I copied from the walls of his supply room. But this is not his writing. It’s Norinko’s. I need to show it to Suzie. I’ll email you after she looks at it. She knows Norinko’s writing better than I do.


July 13, 2017 When Suzie opened the notebook, she gasped. It's Norinko's writing alright, she said. I knew it. I put the notebook in my backpack after Suzie read the poetry. It said it sounded familiar, like the poetry on the blog investigation. I told her that's what I thought too. For a second it seemed like we thought the same thing, but we both shook our head no at the same time and laughed. How could Norinko be trying to communicate with us anyway, right?

After school, I rode home with Suzie and her mom. Suzie and I got permission from Mrs. Segawa, Suzie’s mom, about driving by Mr. Palomina’s home a few blocks from the school. She said yes and said she was proud that we were worried about him. Suzie and I walked up to his front door. His dog was’t there. It’s usually a friendly dog. It barks but it never bites. It was hiding under the porch. When we reached the porch, the little Chihuahua yapped and nipped at the air just as the front door swung open. The janitor came out without any clothes, covered in ink, with Chinese characters on his face, chest, arms, legs. He screamed, Don’t be a buzzkill. Don’t be a buzzkill.

Mrs. Segawa yelled at us to get back in the car. We drove off. I don’t know Chinese, but I know Suzie and her mom do, so I asked, What did the characters say? Mrs. Segawa shook her head no as if telling Suzie not to tell me, but she said anyway, It said, I’m coming. 13. That’s all it said. I’m coming. 13.

What should I do now, Mr. Servante? Please help us. We’re all scared.








Friday, July 14, 2017

Zombies, Ghouls, and Gods 
July 14, 2017
Guest Blogger: David Gerrold


Duane Jones, the Tragic Hero




Thinking about 
"Night of the Living Dead"

by David Gerrold


This was the film that started the modern zombie genre.

The film can be seen as a parable -- at the end, the rescuers shoot the one survivor, the black guy. They don't see him as human either. They see him as another zombie.

And that's the parable -- that we are dividing ourselves into us and them. Zombie stories are a justification for killing those we no longer regard as human. And in the first of the genre, it was the black guy who was considered less than human. It couldn't be more obvious than that.

We spend ninety minutes seeing this guy as a hero -- and the fat white rednecks take him out with the same dispassionate glee as if they were shooting rabbits.


The Window: Where Hero & Victim Blur


But since then, the zombie story has become a substantial part of our culture, spawning enough sequels, imitations, rip-offs, and franchise-squatters, that the whole zombie thing has become its own subgenre of horror.

Okay, fine. So far.

But our entertainment choices reveal not only who we are, but also who we want to be, what we expect and what we aspire to.

Where films used to end on an upbeat note -- "Oh, fiddle-dee-dee, I'll get him back. Tomorrow is another day." -- today, most modern SF films tend toward dystopia.

We we used to have Destination Moon and Conquest of Space and 2001 and all the other outward-pointed adventures that said we can do better, now every time we go out there, we end up getting eaten or beaten -- or we bring something awful back with us. Species and Life and Green Slime and The Stuff.

Instead of Tomorrowland the vision, we get Tomorrowland, the broken promise. We get Maze Runner and Hunger Games and Divergent and Resident Evil and all the other stories where we have been divided into Eloi and Morlocks -- and a few brave heroes who will shoot the Morlocks to save the frightened Eloi (so they can fuck them later on.)

What it is -- once you get past the actual movies -- is the creation of a terrible terrifying context: that we must divide the human race into us v. them, and once we do that, we the US are justified in shooting THEM. Because they're not human. They're zombies. They're undead. They're vampires and ghouls and untermenschen. They are a threat to us and we are justified in shooting them.

Like the black guy at the end of Night of the Living Dead.


George Kosana (actor with bullets) leads a mob of US
to hunt down THEM.


And like it or not -- that is one of the ways we are unconsciously justifying the polarization of our society. We are training ourselves to think of ourselves as "the good guy" -- and the mob that opposes us aren't humans, they're zombies, and that's why we should militarize our police to use deadly force on all those zombies that want to rip our flesh and eat our brains and mooch off our taxes.

Have you ever noticed though -- that when the so-called good guys are holed up in a mall or a supermarket or even a fortress, they start fighting among themselves -- and too often, they reveal themselves as anything but "the good guys?"

But that's the point that we tend to miss. We think we're the ones who are going to survive whatever chaos is coming. We never consider that we might end up as one of the shabby shambling horde of undead things, do we?

We never consider that we might be the targets.


Biography: 

David Gerrold was barely out of his teens when he wrote the script "The Trouble With Tribbles" for the classic television series "Star Trek". Nominated for a Hugo Award, it was listed by "Playboy" magazine as one of the 50 Greatest Television Episodes of All Time. And in a 1997 FOX TV special it ranked as the most popular science fiction episode on television of all time. He has written dozens of novels and twice has been nominated for both the Hugo and the Nebula awards. His novelette "The Martian Child" won the SF triple crown: the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, and the Locus Readers Poll as Best Novelette. In addition to novel writing, he has written television scripts for "Babylon 5", "Tales from the Darkside", and "The Twilight Zone". He served as a story editor/producer for the first season of "Star Trek: The Next Generation". A frequent guest at SF conventions here and in Europe, he began a charity in 1988 in which money earned from charging one dollar for autographs -- plus profits from the sale of other SF memorabilia -- is donated to AIDS Project Los Angeles.


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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Martin Reaves
The New Face Behind 
The Norinko Hanasaki Investigation








Martin Reaves is a writer and professional musician currently residing in the upper half of California. Over the past thirty-five years he has written scores of short stories, plays, and dramatic sketches. And four novels: Relative Karma, Relative Sanity, the award-winning A Fractured Conjuring, and Rosebud Hill, Volume 1. Also available is the highly praised Dark Thoughts, a collection of short fiction. Many projects are on the horizon, including a sequel to A Fractured Conjuring, and a holiday entry in the Relative series entitled Relative Yuletide.








The Solstice List 2014: Best Horror Novel (#4)

A year after abandoning his wife of fourteen years, Jeff Vincent’s pseudo-existence is a soul-numbing blend of alcohol and meaningless searches for other people’s trivia. Until the Saturday morning Jan Fraden mistakes his search-service ad for that of a private detective. Before the weekend is through, people are disappearing, dying, then reappearing. And it all seems connected to Jeff Vincent and his betrayal. Could his sin—a simple act of infidelity—turn the world so completely inside out? And if there was redemption, did he deserve it?
After a lifetime of physical and mental abuse, thirteen-year-old Babylon escapes the shack in the woods, walking away from all she has ever known in search of the Moon People… Special investigator Nick Grimmer’s marriage crumbles as his wife slips into an unexplained madness… Purdy Fallon is a child trapped in a thirty-year-old man’s body. Abandoned by his mother twenty years earlier, he lives a solitary existence. Until Babylon shows up at his door and changes everything forever.



The Solstice List 2014: Best Short Stories, Novellas, and Collections (#2)

Art can bring life…but it can also kill. 

When her voodoo runs dry, an ancient woman on the Louisiana bayou finds a new way to keep the dead close.

A young boy is chased out of the woods by an unseen monster…at home he will learn who the real monsters are.

A haunted hospital holds tight to its spirits.

The world is about to end. How will you spend those last moments?

Everyone has a dark thought now and then. But sometimes our dark thoughts have us.
These thoughts are capable of great evil, but also redemption.

Herein lie dark tales, dark nights of the soul, to be read with the lights low and the doors locked.











The Solstice List 2015: Best Horror Novel




Maxy awards 2015: Best Horror Novel



Down twisted corridors of thought, something waits. Over broken pathways of memory, it pursues. Though unseen, it is close enough to touch...

Critically-acclaimed author Chloe Sender is lost. Lost in an abusive past; lost within her fragmented mind. And she is lost within the pages of her own incomplete manuscript - a story she barely remembers writing that haunts her with every word, with every increasingly twisted sentence. Sleep-deprived and driven to complete the soul-destroying work, she begins to tear at the seams of her relationships. Her nightmares escalate in intensity and violence until she attempts to destroy the work for the sake of her sanity.

But just outside her consciousness there is someone else - some thing else that will not be silenced. Shimmering at the periphery of her vision, capering through her nightmares and seeping into the pages of her manuscript, an ancient evil is in pursuit.








Searching for Willoughby: Tucker ran away from everything he loved. He thought he could outrun death. He was wrong.

Neglecting Mother: Some roads aren’t meant to be traveled. Some places aren’t meant to be disturbed. Sometimes the dead should stay dead.

Dachau Dreaming: Disease doesn’t like to be contained. It wants company…it wants to breed.








Thursday, July 6, 2017

The Norinko Hanasaki Investigation Cases

Has Moved to


Norinko Hanasaki


The investigation follows clues and background research into the Santa Monica Freeway Tunnel where 14 year old middle-school student Norinko Hanasaki disappeared from a moving bus passing through the tunnel. Parts 1-14 can be found in the archives here on my blog, and Part 15 & 16 can be found at the Martin Reaves (Crime Noir Writer) Blog. In Part 16, links to all the Parts can be found.

As the Norinko story grows, I've turned to Martin for help as I begin to do footwork for Part 17, which Martin will write on his blog. As things stand, Reaves is concentrating his efforts with the blog contacts I have made over the past year in an effort to decode the message hidden in the poetry that I have managed to save from crime scenes where the bus driver, two LA County Deputies, the Detective in charge of the Norinko case, and the reporter following the missing person case have disappeared since June 2016--all people related to the Norinko case. I, on the other hand, am on the trail toward locating the missing notebook belonging to Norinko where all this poetry has somehow ended up. It seems whoever comes in contact with the notebook disappears. In Part 17, we will update readers as to the status of the hidden message and the whereabouts of the journal of Norinko Hanasaki.

As Martin takes over writing responsibilities, and I gumshoe the investigation, I feel confident that we are closing the distance between utter chaos and solving the case.

Please bear with us during these bumps in the road and please keep reading as we get closer to solving this disappearance case. As always, thank you for your patience.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

The Cynic Movie Critic

Baby Driver (2017)
Directed & Written by Edgar Wright
Starring Jamie Foxx, Jon Hamm, & Kevin Spacey





There's a basic rule in storytelling: All the parts of the story must fit together. If it's a good story, one part leads to another part, and that part to another part, until the final part gives you a complete picture. If it's a bad movie, there are parts in the story that don't belong there, and even if they were removed from the story, the remaining parts would still tell the same tale. Movies with superfluous parts don't necessarily mean they're automatically bad, but it does mean they are not a complete picture. So we can enjoy a lot of the parts and have a good time, but one will most likely forget the story as soon as it is over. The complete picture story can be heard again and again, and with each telling some new meaning can be interpreted, some new combination of the parts can relay an underlying subplot that one didn't catch on the first telling of the story. 

If you watch The Big Bang Theory TV show, you probably know that Amy, Sheldon's girlfriend, pointed out that in the movie Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) Indiana Jones was a superfluous character, that the movie would have played out the same even if Jones were removed from the movie. This flaw does not make the movie any less enjoyable, and we do go see these movies because we like Indiana Jones and his adventures. Who cares if the story is incomplete and the Jones character is superfluous?! We like the big music score and the action sequences. 

Baby Driver is an incomplete story. From beginning to end, every move of every actor is choreographed to the soundtrack. The soundtrack may as well be a character in the story. It's like watching a fixed fight--with all the audience in on the fix. No one is here to watch a good story. It's all about that soundtrack. Let's see the film description:

Talented getaway driver Baby (Ansel Elgort) relies on the beat of his personal soundtrack to be the best in the game. After meeting the woman (Lily James) of his dreams, he sees a chance to ditch his shady lifestyle and make a clean break. Coerced into working for a crime boss (Kevin Spacey), Baby must face the music as a doomed heist threatens his life, love and freedom.

Got it? "Personal soundtrack", "face the music". It's a one-note film. Most of the reviews I read commented heavily on the soundtrack and less so on the story, because there really wasn't one. I'd be redundant to call it a "music video", but at one hour fifty-three minutes long, redundancy would be too generous a description. The movie breaks the fourth wall over and again to follow the script of the music score, from restarting a scene to restarting a song. The movie cannot move without the music to direct it. 

The actors, however, know they are competing with a soundtrack for time on the screen, and the better ones manage to upstage the music. Jamie Foxx owns this movie. He's menacing, devious, evil, charismatic, and doesn't waste one word of his lines to cue any music. Jon Hamm manages to carry his likability in his pocket for when he needs it; otherwise, he, too, creates tension from a simple stare or an implied threat. When it's time for him to deliver on his threats, he pushes the music to one side as he remains likable while he's trying to exact his murderous revenge. The lead role (Ansel Elgort) is that one-note performance I mentioned. This part would have been Oscar material in the hands of a young Leonardo DiCaprio or Johnny Depp. But in Ansel's hands, his IPod steals his scenes. One of his best scenes is the foot chase choreographed to Hocus Pocus by the band Focus. But are we cheering for the hero or the song? In my case, I was yodeling along to the music.

The audience I saw the movie with oohed and aahed everytime Elgort took off or put on his sunglasses. And this crowd couldn't tell the difference between 50s, 60s, 70s or any decade's music. No one even laughed when Baby mispronounces the band's name as Trex (T-Rex). This was not a movie-going crowd there for the depth of the story, but for the best music system to see the latest soundtrack in film. I'm sorry, I meant "hear", not "see". Or did I? The soundtrack played in super-duper LFX, Dolby Atmos. Which means it was loud and the screen was real wide. It was one of those theaters where you choose your seat, but no one pays attention to assigned seating once you're inside and grabs the best seats. Or maybe it was just me. Anyway, sit in the middle to centralize the stereo effect. 

So that's the best advice I can give you. As I said, there are parts in the movie that are superfluous, but who cares, right? So what if Spacey says in one scene that he never uses the same crew twice, but the same driver in the last ten robberies. Then in the next scene, we see the same crew from the last job and Spacey in a fit of anger calls on his cell phone for a new driver. Yeah, there's a whole bunch of scenes like that. Bad continuity. But hell, Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 97% approval rating, so what do I know? Oh, yeah, one more thing. Jon Bernthal (Punisher, Walking Dead) gets top billing but appears in an opening scene that sets up a big showdown. Then he disappears for the rest of the movie. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the role Jamie Foxx took over after Bernthal left. But what do I know? 

Cynic Recommendation: Who you gonna believe, me or Rotten Tomatoes? Losers.    

Sunday, June 18, 2017


Stephen Furst & Adam West
R.I.P.





Stephen Leaves
by Michael H. Hanson

The day after you left we cried,
fanboy you were our sweetest geek,
Doc Axelrod just went elsewhere
and Gonzer has gone up the creek

A kind and gentle thespian,
father to two beloved sons,
a talented chameleon,
immortal in movie reruns.

Never to be called the unseen,
a standout in so many parts,
Delta House pledge both large and green,
a fun sidekick among the stars.

Vir Cotto and Booster now wait
to fly your soul unto the shoal
of eternity’s blessed gate.

*************
RIP Stephen Furst 1954 – 2017






Dual Identity
by Michael H. Hanson

None are happy in Hollywood,
Petticoat Junction cries for you,
Tammy and Mara understood
the gentleness that you imbue.

One last Mars landing has failed you,
Geronimo guides your spirit,
Lady Chatterley bids adieu
as you wave to Bret Maverick.

Egghead, Penguin, and Mister Freeze,
Joker, Riddler, and Two-Face too,
pallbearers who will never tease
you for your silly ballyhoo.

Perry defends your last dispute,
the Rifleman swiftly lets go
a twenty-one quick fire salute
and laughs at El Kini Popo.

Quahog mayor,
sandbeast slayer,
You sit on God’s hero panel,
same bat time and same bat channel.

******************

RIP Adam West (1928 – 2017)

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Poetry Today: Trends and Traditions
June 2017 Father’s Day Thoughts




Billie Sue Mosiman


The Real Father

He didn't make me.
Yet he made sure I could see
Truth, honor, empathy.
I was two and his little girl.
I was the child in his world.
He didn't have to stay.
He could have run so far away.
Yet through thick and thin
He told me by example how to win.
I didn't appreciate him enough
But as he lay dying with a hiss and a huff,
I leaned over my daddy and said,
"You were mine and I was yours by choice, Dad."
Now I told him to let go. 
I said there was so much more.
He sighed and groaned. I was his girl all grown.
He had made me after all and I'd be ready when he called.
He lives in me, my daddy.
I keep his memory ready.
He was there when I needed him while many were not.
I love him for that, I swear to God.
Sleep on softly and be sure 
I don't forget how in a world of chaos, 
You were my cure.






Rick Mohl



A Father's Love

Are you ready to go?
“I believe so,” you said.
I want you to know,
It's a new life ahead.

You grew up so fast!
“Not true,” you smiled.
Seems just days past,
I held you as a child.

Will you be alright?
“Just fine,” you replied.
You're such a delight,
You fill me with with pride.

Will you call everyday?
“Yes I will,” you confide.
Anytime will be okay,
Whenever you decide.

Will you always miss me?
“Do you doubt?” You asked.
It's plain for all to see,
My love for you will last.

“Will this break your heart?”
Only for a little while, I said.
No matter the distance apart,
I will keep your love instead.

Ricky L. Mohl Sr.
March 30, 2014