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A blog is best defined by the individual blogger, methinks. But one thing is certain—if there is no dialogue between bloguettes and bloggees, than we have a virtual room filled to the brim of people muttering to themselves, sadly and inevitably, centered round one topic. Oh yes, I will be the first to admit that I find myself shrugging up against one of the four virtual walls and scratching my...
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someone out there is loving this. loving to pretend they want you. yet, no more nancy drew leaving beaver models than a dog is keen on vegetables. not vexing out for personal gain, for why would a Denver rose have any old thing to gain shacking fools who’ll end up with some odd ounce of regret? and why no personal thrust onward, you say? am i just that lucky to read past bull hearts so often...
“Diary of a Tramp’s Suitcase” forthcoming!
Alas, under construction with a deadline of June tenth.
white to pink
America’s Sweetheart was white. When the light hit it just right, the color transformed to a whimsical blue—almost too subtle of a shade to notice. One must pay close attention to the edges. At times, the blue becomes light pink or bends into a soft peach. Like a chameleon, the glass skin transforms to various hues depending on its mood, temperature, and surroundings. A woman I called aunt said...
to the Mr. Lonely vis a vis Avenue Q
My community of neighbors find me odd and misplaced, for I dance around the house and tend to yell and sing when I feel the need. It is also feasible I find myself odd and misplaced, dropped from a suburb of a city to a suburb of a cornfield. I feel a change coming on; like a gypsy in red silk, I can not sit still when the music starts. My father’s traveling mind is to blame as well as...
Flamingo Dancer Meets Sweet Tooth
In the midst of perusing Sam’s Club on a Saturday morning, I found slices of my mother and my old man from a previous life. The slices of my mother were in the form of whipped alcohol. My mother isn’t the life of the party—she is the party life. Hostess with the most-est, she’s known on the streets as Flamingo, for when she gets exceptionally tanked she often props one foot up against...
Falling with Style: “I have a theory..." →
cricketsandcaralarms: “I have a theory that men get more bearlike as they age, increasingly taciturn, hairy, prone to long spells of slumber, prone to growly solitary rummaging. The man can get unsocialized as he ages. And the married man can come to believe there’s a division of labor: The woman forms the social…
The first draft of anything is shit.– Ernest Hemingway
Poetry 365: True Love, Sharon Olds →
In the middle of the night, when we get up after making love, we look at each other in total friendship, we know so fully what the other has been doing. Bound to each other like soldiers coming out of a battle, bound with the tie of the birth-room, we wander down the hall to the bathroom, I…
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of...– Walt Whitman
reflecting on last year
According to this website, Famotidine is used to treat and prevent ulcers in the stomach and intestines. It also treats conditions in which the stomach produces too much acid, such as Zollinger-Ellison syndrome. Famotidine also treats gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD) and other conditions in which acid backs up from the stomach into the esophagus, causing heartburn. Last year around...
It isn’t what the book costs. It’s what it will cost you if you don’t read it.– Jim Rohn
Mr. Structure and his Horn-rimmed Glasses
In today’s class, I would like to talk about my foe. No, not hairdressers. Not H & R Block. Turn the camera a little to the right and take a big whiff of Mr. Structure. In this post, I intend to address a few shortcomings (when I think of my blog as a fellow, he fills a door frame like Hepzibah yet has acquired a short man’s attitude). Now I will grab Mr. Structure by his starched...
EEK! Five days passed with no words, thoughts, or reflections. Although I haven’t posted I HAVE been reflecting through the form of a video essay. I intend to post it later today (still tweaking sound bytes). I will apologize for the lack of words with an image. this is an image of childhood; taken a few moments prior to my little fit where I tore my shirt off and refused to be redressed....
AND THE DAY CAME WHEN THE RISK TO REMAIN TIGHT IN A BUD WAS MORE PAINFUL THAN...– ANAIS NIN
Lj's TaKe 2
This is “Take Two” for a few reasons. The first being I have applied the responses from my group members to my writing. I appreciate all of your posts and agree with them whole-heartedly. In fact, most of the time I accidentally left out what my group mates addressed. For instance, unintentionally diving into my relationship with my mother as a result of picking a part the relationship with my...
psssst…i am creating tags for the readers to better “read” this blog. the following tags are where i am starting (who knows when i’ll be stopping or what stars will later reveal): exploration (let’s talk. “what is the true occasion?” type posts) revision (for when i reach a more final draft stage of writing) draft (numbered one through..) interview...
I made a business card of sorts (i will post later, not working now) during my undergrad years @ NIU. Business card of sorts. My dad took the photo on the right. He adored the person who took the photo on the left. I feel a-life’s-too-short-let’s-just-drink-anyway when I look at this. Dismal, but pink.
or a quest for the perfect story? when a relative or someone close tells me a true story of their past, my brain automatically plugs the information into a storyboard. then judges how well the story would do, what audience it would reach, how many people would it hurt, how i could stretch it with my imagination. is this awful? a bad habit?
BACK 2 HEART MATTER
oh, ahem, this is a place for writing about cnf, lacey dear. yeah. get back to your father-daughterly duties for this semester!! father-daughter duos, you say? i have just the remedy: i ran into an old friend of my dad’s at the gasoline station and as we conversed (and i pretended not to be freezing = no coat) about careers, nonprofits, wasting away a college tuition for a job-well-done,...
I am currently asking/inviting my female companions to participate in the interview process — do you (yes, you!) think I should have their stories be anonymous, refer to them as Lady One, Two, Three, etc. or by a nickname we both agree on?
it is with happy tears/feet,
that i have decided to MOVE! No silly, not again. Just to here from there. This is what I posted on the door of my old house: I will continue to WOW you, mesmerize, tantalize, spiritualize— err, maybe none of the above but a dear friend spoke of tumblr and it is user-friendly (neat & tidy!) so I am packing up my thing (i loved that in Megamind!) and trotting my little self over to...
blog=no purpose like a dish=no spoon
My purpose here: This blog is a space for revelations, requests, rants and responses; all which involve my journey in CNF. This semester, I intend to blog trials, successes, failures, all regarding my work with video essays and coming to terms with family. Originally, the occasion to write centered around my relationship with my father, but this came across as bland (for the writer, dear...
did u get zee memo?
In other news, I intend to interview females of my similar age on the way their relationships with their fathers has shaped them today. The girls I chose to interview (between 5-7 girls) are my best friends and offer a variety of valuables to my situation. Among these are ethnicity, closeness to their parents (due to divorce, lack of father figure, residing in different areas than their...
Construction of Criticism
O. Feedback=overjoyed. just because I can’t seem to say the things i wish to say in the ideal way I wish to say them does simply not mean you shouldn’t give your unaltered opinions. :-) they are much appreciated.