this should explain my silence.
so how was the first week? good and bad i suppose. started painfully - had no desire to be there and felt not only was i a bad teacher but a bad writer as well. but i soon lost the dark cloud and the rest of the week turned out ok. we have to turn in 8-10 pages of writing, plus a 2-3 page reflection on those pages, plus a 90-minute presentation, plus a 25 page portfolio of our writing. pretty similar to what i did at kent, really. hopefully this time i'll remember to do the reflection on each piece. wanted to focus on writing that doesn't come naturally, namely short story, but found myself falling back into my comfort zones of poetry and journaling. ah well.
here's an incomplete piece for your perusal - came out of a prompt based on gendler's book of qualities:
Insecurity stares up at the giants surrounding him, knowing he is horribly outmatched. His insignificant strides bring him only a little closer to the finish line while in the distance, Confidence and Satisfaction do their victory dance. He falls in the footsteps of those who have gone before, straining to climb out of the indentation. Insecurity hears the rumbling behind him and stops, letting others pass him by. Hope calls from up ahead, encouraging him to continue on but he cannot hear, his head swirling with past failures and insufficiencies. He lies down, wraps his arms around Fear, sprawled in the dust of Success.
this is one of those pieces where i like the idea, but not sure there's much i could do with it - it's too much like what gendler does and i'm not sure how to transform it into something purely my own.
not much else to share from this week. did find out several of us live in the norwood/oakley/hyde park area, so at least i'm only driving to miami once a week. nothing like being in a car full of women for two hours a day to lift your spirits - or drive you absolutely crazy. hilarious conversations about everything - one of the better parts of the course so far.
sam and elizabeth's wedding was lovely - perfectly matched their personalities. i almost didn't make it - wasn't feeling social - but forced myself to go. and my spirit lifted as things went on. good to see the community celebrating. and they're such a perfect couple.
ok, i need to go find some dinner. had thought i might be watching some soccer today, but plans fell through. probably for the best since i needed a nap of some sort. i'm craving bacon. that's weird....
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tunes: damien jurado - ohio
4 comments:
You are soooooo full of crap. I know we had this conversation on the phone, but I'm gonna put it out there for your "friends" (is that what you call your blogging co-horts?).
I live with my elderly parents, in a state that amounts to being an "indentured servant". You live in your own house, living your own life. Why do you have to live in such a state of melancholy? God gave you free will. It's your choice to be this way. You empower "Confidence and Satisfaction" and their "victory dance". You play the music, you sing the tune. In the immortal words of Wang Chung, "everybody have fun tonight, everybody wang chung tonight". Don't question what "wang chung" is, think of it as a synonym for "fun".
Use your free will and HAVE SOME!
Hey!
It's "carpe diem" NOT "crappy diem"!
Why is it, my dear, you are so melancholy? Is that something you can share? Or is it hidden deep within you?
I crave bacon sometimes, too. Maybe your body needs whatever it is that is in bacon. Not so weird.
Perhaps the bacon will chase away the melancholy. Or better yet, a huge and completely unreasonable bacon sandwich (with the obligatory lettuce, tomato and mayo)while lounging outside where the glorious sunlight can stimulate the release of some much needed seratonin, which also drives away melancholy.
As one who can flirt dangerously with melancholy myself I have to agree with Brent (not in anyway to launch an attack against you while you are feeling down) but sometimes (in fact most of the time) we must yank ourselves up by the (fill in the blank with whatever colorful metaphor is most amusing to you; I find naughty bits to be quite picturesque) and get happy, in fact giddy if you try hard enough. The alternative is not appealing . . . trust me, I did it once and by the grace of God and my own stubborness I rebuke the devourer against stealing my joy and my soul ever again. (Sorry, the latent Pentacostal slipped out.)
By the by . . . I did hear from Candice (Sherrif Moneypenny . . . you can ask her about that) that you had dropped those elusive CDs in the mail for me nearly two weeks ago now and I was just wondering (because I am anxiously awaiting some new musice for the commute) if you had sent them via a slow boat to China or by mule via the Continental Divide since as of yesterday's (06/27) mail delivery I've not seen hide nor hair of one note of the promised musical satisfaction you promised in return. (Oops . . . the now the latent smarta** has slipped out.)
I would seriously suggest some outdoor activity (and I know you dislike sweating, but you can work through it . . . while you go to Ault Park or Alms Park or Eden Park or Devou Park or Stanberry Park or Mt. Storm Park or anyone of the very many, lovely city parks and take advantage of the many shaded trails [you'll get enough sun to benefit you quite a bit] to walk and walk and walk till you feel better . . . and then keep walking).
Hope you feel better.
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