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Does the last person you kissed know what color your eyes are? I think so Will you ever kiss the last person you kissed again? haha, with my track record, probably. Are you an obsessive hand washer? nope Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? female Do you miss anyone? yep You've locked yourself outside and no one will be home for a few hours, you? head to one of my aunts' houses or go to a movie or something. In the past 48 hours have you hung out with a guy? the whole b-cliff gang Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you’re at in life now? in most ways, I'm pretty on track. Is there anyone getting on your nerves at the moment? not right this second Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? yep Have you ever walked on the beach at night? Nope-- only been on the beach once, and it was raining :( Last place you fell asleep other than your bed and with who? Chris Novak's guest room, and with Emma haha What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Darren is so wasted Is anyone else in the room with you? nope Ever been kissed under fireworks and with who? nope Do you like being kissed spontaneously or asked? mm. Spontaneously. Are your nails painted? nope What are you excited about? Christmas What are you not excited about? working over break Did you have to get over someone this summer? It'ss kind of an ever present process, but I did try harder than usual Do you know anyone who has the same last name as you, that you aren't related to? no, actually Ever been swimming in a lake or river? yep If you have a laptop, is it always plugged in? yes and no-- charger's been broken for a while. Did the person who hurt you the most in 2009 ever apologize? yes. If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first? a trip to Europe. Have you ever streaked? no Who was the hottest teacher you ever had? 1th grade history teacher/12 grade government teacher. What was the last thing you ever got grounded for? ...I've never been grounded, haha. What did you last cry over? Umm. I don't even remember-- it's been a while Ever cried so much you threw up? ew, no If you could, would you hookup with the last person you texted? no way, he's taken What were you doing at 2AM this morning? sleeping off my drank from the b-cliff party Do you think you and your best friend will be friends in 10 years? Most definitely. How many people have you had strong feelings for in the year of 2009? three, if we're talking romantic feelings. Let me guess, your last incoming call was from the opposite sex? true story. What are you supposed to be doing right now? showering. When was the last time something bothered you? yesterday
"Hey, I only want the same as anyone Henderson is waiting for the sun Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends After all the dreaming I come home again..." I'm feeling mellow this morning, so I'll start with the slow version: And here's a groovy performance of the fast version, along with some Springsteen tuneage mixed in:
Today marks the winter solstice—the shortest day of the year. The earth, tipping on its axis, begins to tip in the other direction. The arc of the sun across the sky is at its lowest, but with the tip, the sun will begin to climb higher and higher again. Solstice, which comes from Latin, literally means “sun set still.” For thousands of years, cultures have celebrated the solstice, although no one is quite sure who first noticed it—or even how they noticed it. But notice it, they do. The belief, say scholars, is that the sun would never return if man did not intervene through some special ceremony or celebration. Some scholars claim the Mesopotamians were the first to make notice of the solstice. According to Candlegrove.com, the Mesopotamians celebrated a twelve-day festival of renewal to help the god Marduk tame the monster of chaos for one more year. However, Candlegrove also points out scholarship about Neolithic peoples, who dated back as many as ten-thousand years. They’re the people, for instance, who created Stonehenge, which is calibrated to match up with the sunset on the winter solstice. Neolithic peoples were the first farmers, whose lives were intimately tied to the seasons and the cycle of harvest. Scholars haven't yet found proof that these peoples had the skill to pinpoint a celestial event like solstice. Earliest markers of time from these ancient peoples are notches carved into bones, which appear to count the cycles of the moon. But perhaps they watched the movement of the sun as well as the moon, and perhaps they celebrated it—with fertility rites, with fire festivals, with offerings and prayers to their gods and goddesses. Today, our use of holly, wreaths, evergreen trees, and candles during our holiday celebrations can all be traced back to ancient solstice ceremonies. These symbols represent ongoing life and light.
I've always wanted to be like Hemingway--minus the shotgun--in his ability to tie on a massive buzz and then write brilliantly. The guy was superhuman in his ability to drink and write simultaneously. For my own part, I've never been able to drink and write together. I might as well drink monkey wrenches as alcohol considering the effects would be about the same. I'm not a big drinker, anyway, and since I don't drink when I'm writing--and I'm almost always writing--I just don't drink much. But for some reason, I have the urge to have some beers and then try to write and see what comes out. I consider this not as the start of some awful new habit but a one-time experiment merely out of curiosity. I want to see what happens. Part of it, I think, is because I have a powerful urge right now to write ferociously--but I can never quite coax that part of myself out no matter how desperately I try (or, using reverse psychology, don't try). If nothing else, alcohol naturally inhibits inhibitions, so perhaps it'll help me lower my guard enough to just go at it with the words and the computer. I hope, not-so-secretly, that I'll pound out something of power and merit, at least on a personal level. I have big, incredible changes happening in my life right now, and I'm nearly ready to write about them. I need to get loosened up first, though, I think. I need to see what happens.
Again, no video but great tuneage. My band used to cover this one back in the day. "What's on my mind/Ain't nothin' that can't be changed by time..."
...my grades are submitted and I am done for the semester!
"But, if there is anything at all that I have learned from this class, it is that being a storyteller is not limited to one specific job title. If you know how to write—that is, write well—then you can do almost anything." "The one most important thing I've learned thus far (which I happened to learn in this class) is to put your own experiences and emotions into your writing. I've learned that writing takes courage and discipline, and if you want readers to be interested in your narrative, you need to emotionally connect them to you story somehow. I need to put my all into what I'm writing and I can't hold back. It's hard to do and it takes a lot of effort, but I know that it will pay off in the long run." "In the fall when Comp. and Crit. began, I wasn't fully aware of what take the time to 'take the walk' meant. After a semester of class, it hit me that 'taking the walk' is the most important part of storytelling. Many writers today don't spend the time 'taking the walk' and looking at every little detail. I want to be a storyteller so I can not only 'take the walk' but also share it with others. 'Taking the walk' is what sets a great writer and a great storyteller apart from the rest."
"Nobody deserves to be lonely." No video, but great tuneage.
One of my poems from my poetry portfolio. Cinema, colored maternal.flammable celluloid hides within my mother’s eyes (light a match, her memories will engulf the room). her eyes, lily pads stargazing on a moonlit lake, are witnesses. see, smell,
taste, touch: the glint of an apple-red car door, the permanent shadow of cigarette smoke on a bathroom wall, a hurricane (quite a rude dinner guest) rapping tappingrapping on Virginia’s door, the mirror of her father’s eyes, the creak of sock-covered baby feet on linoleum floors, her mother’s bowed calves (bent like strained wishbones), and the deafening, shattering silence that taunts her when her heart smiles—then skips away.
"And although I hate hate hate endings, I like what they do to people, too." — from the groovy ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) strwberryfizz
So long as I'm on a Peter Gabriel kick, I'll post one more and then be done for the day.... "What was it we were thinking of?"
John Cusak stole this song with his whole boom-box stunt in "Say Anything," but this has been one of my favorite songs since I first heard it when I bought Gabriel's album "So" back in high school.
The band I was in back in college used to cover this song. Never much cared for the Church's video for the song, but I still find the song itself haunting and awesome. "Wish I knew what you were looking for...."
"According to Laurence Stern, 'What a large volume of adventures my be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests his heart in everything.' The particular quote changed my perspective on life because it makes me consider that we can have many adventures in our life if we experience things with an open mind. Life is too short to not take advantage of every opportunity offered. I want my storytelling to have that type of effect on others' lives." — This comment comes from a final paper submitted by one of my Comp & Crit students. I gave the Stern quote to the class earlier in the semester and asked them to reflect on what it meant to them as writers. It was an unexpected treat to see a reference to the quote in the final paper. To touch even one student like this makes my job entirely worthwhile.
I don't know what has changed about me in the last few months that I don't feel the need to write down my life. What's in my head, what happens on the weekends, what I want to remember, what I know I shouldn't forget. It's not like lots hasn't happened this semester. I turned 21, was managing editor of the bv, I went on a couple dates, made some bad choices, had so much fun. I decided for sure that I'm studying in France next fall. I have an interview tomorrow at the Buffalo News for a summer reporting internship. I probably failed my French final Friday, but I think it's okay. Because instead of studying, I was at a bar with friends, sending the semester out in style. I was on the receiving end of an apology that meant more to me than I can say. I love Christmas. I love what it does to people. And although I hate hate hate endings, I like what they do to people, too. I like that when it comes down to it, people want to share what's in their hearts. We want to let others exactly what they mean to us. Even if it's not what we want to hear, it still means the world. I don't know if I'll write again before Christmas-- probably just post a few poems I've been working on for my poetry class. So: Merry Christmas, everyone. Have a wonderful holiday.
"Now there is no story left for me to tell...."
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