Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Volunteering for Your Future - Fastweb
Blogging this Article so that I can always come back to it and be reminded how much of a difference Volunteering actually can make for myself. You should continue to volunteer, to generate more and more resume builders, and more experience in any of the fields that you are interested. Volunteering is a safe and most accepted way to enter a field and test it.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Browse Inside 365 Tao: Daily Meditations by Ming-Dao Deng
Browse Inside 365 Tao: Daily Meditations by Ming-Dao Deng
I am doing a research project on Taoism, for my Religious Studies Class, and this is three of the first 365 Meditations. I am going to look up the book and see how much it is on amazon, or on e-bay. If I can mange to get my hands on a hard-copy of this, that will make our group look better, and hopefully push us closer towards that profound and sacred A!
I am doing a research project on Taoism, for my Religious Studies Class, and this is three of the first 365 Meditations. I am going to look up the book and see how much it is on amazon, or on e-bay. If I can mange to get my hands on a hard-copy of this, that will make our group look better, and hopefully push us closer towards that profound and sacred A!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Beginning of a New Month 3/1/11
This is going to be a great month! Spring is on the horizon, finally and everyone knows that that means new, new, new! New everything! From new breathe, to new thoughts to new seasons, to new apparel, trends, habits/tendencies, you name it. Any and everything can be considered new at this point, and more often than not, at any point of our lives rather than a selected date and or time where, at the cusp of that date and/or time, everything following it will fall under the categorization of 'new'. Much to my own dismay, I feel as though people do not hold this very same outlook on the concept of new as I do. For I am a new person just seconds into writing this and at the end of it will emerge a new writer; and all of this is occurring while these thoughts form and are typed down. This sensation of new is overwhelming me because my previous two weeks were weighted down by the cumbersome antics of old-habits which have began to build a wall around me trying to stop the new me for the year of 2011 to emerge in his full being. I am only human of course and cannot in anyway possible make myself become born again tomorrow @ the same stage of developmental growth or at any stage for that matter. And of course, I still am fighting my bad habits like biting my nails, cursing, smoking, etc. but these things are a process, and the reality of life reminds me every time that fighting these things is a process as well. It consistently tests me, seeking for how I am armored against them and ways to stunt my persistence in relinquishing myself from such atrocities.
Whew! Almost got off track there for a second, but I have made my way back on towards a great golden gate of 'new-ness' that today (March 1st, of the year 2011) has shown to me. I ran into an article that included my hometown (baltimore) and so it was only natural for me to read what was being said concerning my native city. I was very thankful that it was nothing negative and even more so to find that it was also very inspiring for me! It discussed the CityLit project which is a project based in Baltimore, working towards progressing the connection of community and Literature (in short). Though the issue is old (December 2010), I had a feeling that there was something in it I was meant to come across and in a few short flips of the page I had done so. Immediately after I had read the article discussing CityLit Projects' new found relationship with the University of Baltimore, I took to the internet, and just as quickly as I picked up on the article in the magazine I was able to find a website for the CityLit Project. I read on and on, finding every nerve in my brain to be tingled by the sheer excitement that pulsated through me. The excitement was so much so, that I just couldn't wait until tomorrow morning to send out an e-mail to the Project. I am hoping that my e-mail will be responded to by the time I wake up tomorrow but also know that this is a high hope. To quell my excitement a bit I have decided to call the project tomorrow and see what information I am able to extract from them via phone. I would love to become an intern with this project since it is based in my hometown, and carries all of the same interests I have carried since birth. It is getting rather late now and I feel as though I've typed enough on this crackberry for today...replacing my lack of conversation and discussion with those of the world with this inward discussion and reflection of events that occurred over the past two hours.
Whew! Almost got off track there for a second, but I have made my way back on towards a great golden gate of 'new-ness' that today (March 1st, of the year 2011) has shown to me. I ran into an article that included my hometown (baltimore) and so it was only natural for me to read what was being said concerning my native city. I was very thankful that it was nothing negative and even more so to find that it was also very inspiring for me! It discussed the CityLit project which is a project based in Baltimore, working towards progressing the connection of community and Literature (in short). Though the issue is old (December 2010), I had a feeling that there was something in it I was meant to come across and in a few short flips of the page I had done so. Immediately after I had read the article discussing CityLit Projects' new found relationship with the University of Baltimore, I took to the internet, and just as quickly as I picked up on the article in the magazine I was able to find a website for the CityLit Project. I read on and on, finding every nerve in my brain to be tingled by the sheer excitement that pulsated through me. The excitement was so much so, that I just couldn't wait until tomorrow morning to send out an e-mail to the Project. I am hoping that my e-mail will be responded to by the time I wake up tomorrow but also know that this is a high hope. To quell my excitement a bit I have decided to call the project tomorrow and see what information I am able to extract from them via phone. I would love to become an intern with this project since it is based in my hometown, and carries all of the same interests I have carried since birth. It is getting rather late now and I feel as though I've typed enough on this crackberry for today...replacing my lack of conversation and discussion with those of the world with this inward discussion and reflection of events that occurred over the past two hours.
Peace & Blessings,
DJ
Sent from my BlackBerry
Friday, February 18, 2011
365 Day Challenge written 2/18; posted 3/22
It has been a very long time since I've seen this blue and orange header, buttons and theme. Today I have experienced the power of my father, Alpha & Omega, Jesus Christ. I have experienced his power again, as I have experienced his power before. I have seen him move and change the lives of many right before my very eyes. After allowing him to work into my life and do as he wishes with me, I am able to see this very same thing happening in those around me. My eyes lay witness to spiritual happenings, spiritual occurrences. What many prefer to as taboo, or magic, heresy! I refer to as the power of God. I refer to it as righteousness, grace and mercy from the highest spirit, and strongest spirit of them all. I see nothing but good come of this. Good that is just so simply 'good' that the actions of this good - the reactions from this good, are just unfathomable. The reception of this good, is unquestioned.
Is there any doubt in your mind that you will not accept the gifts of God upon your life? No. To me? No. There is no doubt. I have already received everything that the Lord has given unto me in my life, has allowed me to receive and accept within my life, and the both of us, together are looking forward to adding on to each other for each of our own separate yet collaborative ends.
I am no mover of men. Only God can move men; but, God! Yes, but God can move men through me. I wish to be the instrument and the catalyst for you Lord to complete all of your wishes, and your fulfillments Father God. I beseech of you, the giver of just one task, that I may complete to feel as though I have done a great duty and task for God.
Ssshh! Silence.
I know that there is much more to add on to this. Adding on to this though, I am just going to add a very small thing. Come closer, as you need to hear this. I hope at this time you are sitting at the edge of your seat, biting your finger nails and counting your heart rate with all the anticipation and build up that is going on inside of you right now.
The duty and task that will make God the happiest, is living for him.
In Jesus name I pray, amen, and amen.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/30 - 335]
thoughts o' thoughts.
were do you take me?
to and fro
so easily - beyond my will.
Up and over,
underneath and through
around or sidestepped
all desires for peaceful thinking
but all attempts and requests
never go through.
a little skip and hop from one thought and wish,
to the next,
to a conversation, to that conversations end.
Nothing today seems to be perfectly aligned as I want it to be.
Nothing today seems to be able to walk perfectly straight, without wondering to this corner, or that edge, for its own pursuit of mystery.
I check the horoscopes, hoping that the crazies who watch the stars and try to read their wordless story can somehow give me words that will help make this meaningless void of today's thought that much easier to deal with.
I checked the virgo one - and it makes sense only in relation to all of the reading i've been doing for my creative writing class (trying to find a writer to do a report on) while trying to find good subject matter for a poem that is due tuesday.. as well as write out the minute ideas that have come to mine now for that task, but all which have seemed to fail.
I checked my Leo one as well, and the information that was obtained seemed to be minimally helpful.
heu, heu! a pleasant surprise. Unexpected in the least bit. She came, we saw, we talked, we smiled.
That gave the rest of my day without direction, some type of sense.
were do you take me?
to and fro
so easily - beyond my will.
Up and over,
underneath and through
around or sidestepped
all desires for peaceful thinking
but all attempts and requests
never go through.
a little skip and hop from one thought and wish,
to the next,
to a conversation, to that conversations end.
Nothing today seems to be perfectly aligned as I want it to be.
Nothing today seems to be able to walk perfectly straight, without wondering to this corner, or that edge, for its own pursuit of mystery.
I check the horoscopes, hoping that the crazies who watch the stars and try to read their wordless story can somehow give me words that will help make this meaningless void of today's thought that much easier to deal with.
I checked the virgo one - and it makes sense only in relation to all of the reading i've been doing for my creative writing class (trying to find a writer to do a report on) while trying to find good subject matter for a poem that is due tuesday.. as well as write out the minute ideas that have come to mine now for that task, but all which have seemed to fail.
I checked my Leo one as well, and the information that was obtained seemed to be minimally helpful.
heu, heu! a pleasant surprise. Unexpected in the least bit. She came, we saw, we talked, we smiled.
That gave the rest of my day without direction, some type of sense.
Friday, January 28, 2011
365 Day Challene [1/28 - 337]
The words I am mastering in this deck right now are:
character sketch - a short essay describing a person or literary profile
naturalism - a manner or technique of treating subject matter that presents, through volume of detail, a deterministic view of human life and actions.
apologia - a work written as an explanation or justification of one's motives, convictions, or acts.
scene - Literature .
counterplot - a secondary theme in a play or other literary work, used as a contrast to or variation of the main theme.
Unfortunately, these are all about Literature, and have nothing to do with my actual progression in the art, as opposed to my knowledge base of the art. I suppose to know a few things over and over again never hurt, and that discovering new ones, isn't as harmful either.
This is going to be a pivotal day, or at least - a pivotal blog post, for on this post - it will be the breaking of the challenge, and a growth of a new tradition - my own semi-religion when it comes to the 365 Day Challenge.
Day 1/26 and 1/27 have been lost - shall we bow our heads for the passing of these two days without my writing have been a sorrowful time. Yet we rejoice, in knowing that tomorrow presents to me the opportunity to take something old, and place it in a fresh new case, with the same emblazoned letters, a different gleam, and a different flow.
As you can see today's blog post is much and much about nothing. hey... I tried my hand at a very very brief eulogy right there. The 26th and 27th of January 2011 can now rest in peace.
character sketch - a short essay describing a person or literary profile
naturalism - a manner or technique of treating subject matter that presents, through volume of detail, a deterministic view of human life and actions.
apologia - a work written as an explanation or justification of one's motives, convictions, or acts.
scene - Literature .
a. an episode, situation, or the like, as in a narrative.
b. the setting or locale of a story.
counterplot - a secondary theme in a play or other literary work, used as a contrast to or variation of the main theme.
Unfortunately, these are all about Literature, and have nothing to do with my actual progression in the art, as opposed to my knowledge base of the art. I suppose to know a few things over and over again never hurt, and that discovering new ones, isn't as harmful either.
This is going to be a pivotal day, or at least - a pivotal blog post, for on this post - it will be the breaking of the challenge, and a growth of a new tradition - my own semi-religion when it comes to the 365 Day Challenge.
Day 1/26 and 1/27 have been lost - shall we bow our heads for the passing of these two days without my writing have been a sorrowful time. Yet we rejoice, in knowing that tomorrow presents to me the opportunity to take something old, and place it in a fresh new case, with the same emblazoned letters, a different gleam, and a different flow.
As you can see today's blog post is much and much about nothing. hey... I tried my hand at a very very brief eulogy right there. The 26th and 27th of January 2011 can now rest in peace.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/25 - 340]
"It's fun, because I get to ruin his world!" - Professor David Barnes.
This is also a recurring point of the writer's mannerism.
We can crush people's worlds, by allowing them to see our world view and our perspective throughout the extent of the publication // piece used. This can range from a personal paradigm shift, to a mass cultural paradigm shift. All things are possible within Literature, as anything can be written, and to much of my dismay, the generality in knowledge of Literature limits our contemporary writers to the thought of 'everything has already been written, and now all works of Literature is an imitation of an imitation, or in other words a shadow trying to mirror a shadow.'
' ' [Single Quote] - usage is not right, but here I am just simply utilizing them to indicate words that I've heard before, and what should be common knowledge within our domain of interest (Literature).
This is such a fact that makes me frown and turn in disdain towards what I would become as a writer. It would mean that I would forever be damned as an original copycat. Doppelganger within the flesh and blood, mimicking Ancestors whom have written and spoken of stories considerably much more well organized, and deeper than what I will ever hope to write one day.
Do not fret, if I could ever stop being so humble I may be able to take a couple of steps forward, rather than a couple more steps towards the right of my spectrum, or to the left. Staring at the transparent label of the spectrum, I consider the number of changes that swap to and fro this central theme, and work within my life at all different periods of times and in all different mixtures. Yes, life to me is unruly dynamic, and therefore I could never be able to accurately describe it within this box.
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This seems long enough ago (two days and/or a full 48 hours ago) now, to where the sheet is blank, and the ideas are random enough for me to utilize as a theme, and to go with the flow of my other idea. I've been too eager to get this into actual writing and create with it something, rather than waiting and waiting to get back to the day I'm suppose to be on to introduce it. So... let me see if this will work out for us in this exercise.
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His stare was beyond the norm. Not just an intensity that defied all others, nor length of withholding moisture from his eyes that would require unnatural strength in consideration to other fabled stares, no, his was a stare with intent. Serious intent that I myself so incredulously stumbled -- no, not just a stumble, but a trip and fall so undeniably hard bringing me into contact with this train of thought that at this very moment in time had slowed down. Three inches from my sternum, my hand fell into its most natural curvature position, grasping around the imaginary ball I had been taught to rely on many years ago when being taught piano and the classics. My left arm hung down at my side, just centimeters posterior from the crease in my slacks that morning. The tip of my thumb and its own personal curvature rubbing spiritual feelers against one another with this crease they were so close -- and I could feel it. The weight of my blazer could now be felt and compared to a lift that would have been upwards of one hundred times greater than when I strutted around this room like a man that I have grown to become or at the very least, thought I have.
This was written on the day of Friday 1/28/11
...but it is proven that my technique works.. very very well [and I didn't even include any new vocab words )= ]
re-read and edited 1/30 !
Okay, new plan. I'm closing this one and throwing it out on the web very nonchalantly and continuing forward with no regards to its state of being :)
We can crush people's worlds, by allowing them to see our world view and our perspective throughout the extent of the publication // piece used. This can range from a personal paradigm shift, to a mass cultural paradigm shift. All things are possible within Literature, as anything can be written, and to much of my dismay, the generality in knowledge of Literature limits our contemporary writers to the thought of 'everything has already been written, and now all works of Literature is an imitation of an imitation, or in other words a shadow trying to mirror a shadow.'
' ' [Single Quote] - usage is not right, but here I am just simply utilizing them to indicate words that I've heard before, and what should be common knowledge within our domain of interest (Literature).
This is such a fact that makes me frown and turn in disdain towards what I would become as a writer. It would mean that I would forever be damned as an original copycat. Doppelganger within the flesh and blood, mimicking Ancestors whom have written and spoken of stories considerably much more well organized, and deeper than what I will ever hope to write one day.
Do not fret, if I could ever stop being so humble I may be able to take a couple of steps forward, rather than a couple more steps towards the right of my spectrum, or to the left. Staring at the transparent label of the spectrum, I consider the number of changes that swap to and fro this central theme, and work within my life at all different periods of times and in all different mixtures. Yes, life to me is unruly dynamic, and therefore I could never be able to accurately describe it within this box.
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This seems long enough ago (two days and/or a full 48 hours ago) now, to where the sheet is blank, and the ideas are random enough for me to utilize as a theme, and to go with the flow of my other idea. I've been too eager to get this into actual writing and create with it something, rather than waiting and waiting to get back to the day I'm suppose to be on to introduce it. So... let me see if this will work out for us in this exercise.
----------->
His stare was beyond the norm. Not just an intensity that defied all others, nor length of withholding moisture from his eyes that would require unnatural strength in consideration to other fabled stares, no, his was a stare with intent. Serious intent that I myself so incredulously stumbled -- no, not just a stumble, but a trip and fall so undeniably hard bringing me into contact with this train of thought that at this very moment in time had slowed down. Three inches from my sternum, my hand fell into its most natural curvature position, grasping around the imaginary ball I had been taught to rely on many years ago when being taught piano and the classics. My left arm hung down at my side, just centimeters posterior from the crease in my slacks that morning. The tip of my thumb and its own personal curvature rubbing spiritual feelers against one another with this crease they were so close -- and I could feel it. The weight of my blazer could now be felt and compared to a lift that would have been upwards of one hundred times greater than when I strutted around this room like a man that I have grown to become or at the very least, thought I have.
This was written on the day of Friday 1/28/11
...but it is proven that my technique works.. very very well [and I didn't even include any new vocab words )= ]
re-read and edited 1/30 !
Okay, new plan. I'm closing this one and throwing it out on the web very nonchalantly and continuing forward with no regards to its state of being :)
365 Day Challenge [1/24 - 341]
There is this habit...
[ insert page break here. the upper half looks like a good introduction to a poem, but the bottom half, and the most recent two lines (directly below) couldn't help themselves originally from being questions, breaking the flow of the words here. I think I will just allow this to marinate for 4-5 days and come back to it as instructed by my published professor. ]
... I am dealing with.
If you've done it before yourself, you understand my struggle.
Wavering in the balance of two creates my disdains of the thought of one.
...one decision over the other.
...one lifestyle over the other.
[ insert page break here. the upper half looks like a good introduction to a poem, but the bottom half, and the most recent two lines (directly below) couldn't help themselves originally from being questions, breaking the flow of the words here. I think I will just allow this to marinate for 4-5 days and come back to it as instructed by my published professor. ]
But I ask, which one is correct?
Is there a correct choice?
The questions continue to somersault through my mind, finding very little settling edges to perch on, and reminisce. Endlessly cycling through perspectives, vantage points, and understandings. That moment of distant thought where you can stare for what feels like hours on end, but hiccup as only a few moments of your life are found lost in insurmountable content of thought; whether it be by the number of thoughts you become immersed within or the variety so unique it cripples your own sense of self. Thoughts anew, sprouting from thoughts of old. Old in several different lights, yet in this moment old stands as anything not present, which stands as the new. So while new sprouts from old, old can never sprout from new - but eventually - one of these days, I will find a viable option for that phenomenon to occur. ah! Wait, I have already bested myself in thought after changing yet again another outlook on the situation. New thoughts can definitely recreate or bring to life towards old concepts and things that have invariably already been thought of before. I told you I would find an option for its end ;)
[ Incessant rambling ends here.]
[ Incessant rambling ends here.]
Becoming the man I want to be - Today I won't bite my nails, I'll watch my tongue and be very cordial with a smile. [originally wrote this tid-bit 1/25/ and have continued to not bite my nails up until 1/27 [the second edit] and am looking forward to continuing this streak I'm on of 'no, no, no'.
I should however continue to share this streak of 'no, no, no' with nail-biting to my smoking habit. I feel as though in that world, which I cannot seem to cross the door's threshold into, life is a better place.
I think I'm going to give my other idea a shot while I try to catch up these last couple of days with some small and meaningless posts... please do not mind. There are still hundreds of days left :)
I should however continue to share this streak of 'no, no, no' with nail-biting to my smoking habit. I feel as though in that world, which I cannot seem to cross the door's threshold into, life is a better place.
I think I'm going to give my other idea a shot while I try to catch up these last couple of days with some small and meaningless posts... please do not mind. There are still hundreds of days left :)
365 Day Challenge [1/23 - 342]
365 Day Challenge
This was Sunday, where I spent the majority of my time on my eight hour shift, completing schoolwork and making sure that I have fulfilled all my responsibilities up and through the time of the present weeks in school. Beyond that I didn't do much of anything outlandish. Just basic and pretty much routine, or at least what it has been playing out for the past six or so months I've been working Sunday shifts.
The fallacy of the day for Sunday was the fact that I was unable to get to the blogging ideas as much as I wanted to. I caught myself back up from the Friday and Saturday prior, but wasn't able to sit and stir anything creative for myself on that Sunday evening.
I'm still waiting to make some of the first installments of the previous ideas that I've brought up just once before. I'm usually always feeling the creative energy on Tuesday and Thursday so hopefully I'll be able to catch myself up today... and continue to push forward.
written 1/25 for 1/23
Sunday, January 23, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/22 - 343]
Saturday of week two in my sixth semester at Penn State Altoona. I recollect upon this now as I sit here and shift through my memory of important conversations that I participated in the day prior, and find what stuck with me the most in thought and in its affect. Wishfully asking for the next day to be fixed, as if it were the last day that he had. Walking into his future and into his past at the same time. A days work, will earn him the success of yesterdays; so only certain endeavors of his life will be witnessed during a night's sleep of vivid dreams.
For this to make any sense to you, I will have to script one day, then the next, and perplex you on the third. Now, I really enjoy playing with the number three, so while this is all in development stage and I'm just blogging about the idea to myself! I have all the power and control of the brainstorm. So... currently I'm thinking with the number three theme:
- chapters...
- short stories
- novellas
- novels
- essays ?
...to be continued. This one is interrupted because I can't hear myself think right now. will pick it back up really soon.
Fiction Idea!
Written 1/23/11
Second Revisit:
Upon my second revisit to the preview of this post, I'm sitting here thinking that it is just a day's worth of time, and depending upon the character that is created to fit in to this role... what could his day possibly include that it requires more than a chapter or a short story? I don't think there are too many people in this world now that will consider themselves capable of drawing a twenty-four hour period out into the length of a novella or a novel. My energies today feel like there is just not enough to get into that 24 hour period, and trying to make it become such would be a detriment, and make my talents look worse off. So I think I just eliminated several options from the list, and made progress towards making my final decision on how I will go about displaying this story.
Great.
Progress is always good.
Written 1/24/11
365 Day Challenge [1/21 - 344]
Friday - not much for me could be spoken of for this date. I do not remember much of what was running through my head during this twenty-four hour period other than my overabundance of energy for being "randomly affectionate".
Me and a friend were talking about this random peak of affection and energy and how about it is good for a relationship. We didn't really go into that much detail about how it could reflect upon a relationship, or how it could be utilized to its full potential, nor did we speak about any of its negative outlets that may arise with it being trying to be accurately used and displayed.
Pros
- Energy is always there to do something for your significant other.
- This activity usually is something that will spend time, effort and exhaust intricate outlets to display your feelings for the other person outside of the material realm.
- Keeps things fresh, new and lively (resist the stale and monotonous courses that most relationships fall [or progress?] into).
Cons
- The energy (depending on when it comes and how frequently) can be utilized in the same means, over and over and over again... helping only to detract from the relationship since things aren't being kept fresh.
- random abundance of affection can't be misplaced with any form of obsessions and/or stalker-esque activity.
That's all I can really think about for those few things. I enjoyed the way I used my affectionate energy Friday evening. I'm sure my friend did as well.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/20 - 345]
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I received very little sleep last night, for one reason or another, that is neither here nor there. Earlier this morning at my 9:25 class, my professor said something that really stuck out to me. Although we were just discussing some of our favorite passages in the book that he had us read (Winter by Rick Bass), I was doing what a writer does (write) and jotted down a slew of notes so that I can remember what was spoken in the class and draw from later (like now) just an hour or so after the class had drawn to a close.
What he said was this... "show don't tell". Now, originally I had thought that this was one of his statements, about senses... with detail and everything else that made what he said, what he said. Unfortunately I didn't write it down and it has escaped my memory, yet shows its impact on the fact that I've dedicated an entire day of my blog to this thought.
As artists, we are always keen on trying to make things fresh, and new. And take in to account now that I'm basically a hatchling in the world of art Literature, actually contributing to it with my own; my resume is bare, I have no publications, therefore I have not achieved giving anything back. I have not achieved being seen as a proper contributor to our world of Literature, through the eyes of those whom have criticized my work for whatever criteria they were personally holding it up against.
..... this blog has become a failure as there is just nothing I can remember that is relevant to what I have begun. I must apologize audience. One of these days, I will go back into his class, sit down, and he will say what he said (or very close to it) again, and I shall pick this one back up! The idea had me raise a question which I wanted to actually forward to all of the Creative Writing Professors in my English Department. This is really a sad moment.
I received very little sleep last night, for one reason or another, that is neither here nor there. Earlier this morning at my 9:25 class, my professor said something that really stuck out to me. Although we were just discussing some of our favorite passages in the book that he had us read (Winter by Rick Bass), I was doing what a writer does (write) and jotted down a slew of notes so that I can remember what was spoken in the class and draw from later (like now) just an hour or so after the class had drawn to a close.
What he said was this... "show don't tell". Now, originally I had thought that this was one of his statements, about senses... with detail and everything else that made what he said, what he said. Unfortunately I didn't write it down and it has escaped my memory, yet shows its impact on the fact that I've dedicated an entire day of my blog to this thought.
Important Content:
the senses quote
and what I had thought about was this...
and what I had thought about was this...
The end of important content.
As artists, we are always keen on trying to make things fresh, and new. And take in to account now that I'm basically a hatchling in the world of art Literature, actually contributing to it with my own; my resume is bare, I have no publications, therefore I have not achieved giving anything back. I have not achieved being seen as a proper contributor to our world of Literature, through the eyes of those whom have criticized my work for whatever criteria they were personally holding it up against.
..... this blog has become a failure as there is just nothing I can remember that is relevant to what I have begun. I must apologize audience. One of these days, I will go back into his class, sit down, and he will say what he said (or very close to it) again, and I shall pick this one back up! The idea had me raise a question which I wanted to actually forward to all of the Creative Writing Professors in my English Department. This is really a sad moment.
365 Day Challenge [1/19 - 346]
Commitment Blog Ideas
Becoming the man I want to be - this idea came to me in the shower where I will point out things I really dislike about myself (bad habits mostly), pinpoint faults that others say they don't like about me, etc etc. to constantly remind myself that a goal in my life to become an overall better person. This writing will occur by several different ways, mostly either repetition or taking out certain days of the week where it bears down on me more than the other days that I have to stay focused on improving myself for the betterment of the world.
Another idea that came to mind is a small project considering both of my teachers this semester are married to one another. I would like to watch how they are in class and see if I can find anything that displays itself about their marriage since marriage is something I desire in my heart, and a family as well.
Last idea, is writing letters (blog posts) to my family members, reminiscing to help me stay strong and motivated throughout the school year, and to remind me of how important family is and to always stay more and more in touch with them.
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Reflection - At first I didn't think I wrote anything yesterday... then I had to scour through the long list of memo's already written in my phone and find that I did actually come up with SOMETHING yesterday. I guess yesterday I was so more focused on what was the deal with my shoulder that it kind of taken me away from the writing - at least enough to consume my thoughts and not have me focused on it until late night - I'm in my bed now - time. I would appreciate some responsive ideas about my own ideas.. discussion breeds more ideas, and encouragement; never pessimism.
I have another idea though - Since this as only yesterday's writing I feel as though I'm completely obligated (as I should, since I'm the author here and my writing is mine! [often my professors in my English courses will tell me]) to add an edit any of these posts how I so wish and desire to do.
Carrying on, carrying on - the next idea that I just had is rather an old one - but one that is constantly alive in my mind. It always seems to resurrect despite my unknowing, or unintentional attempts of burying these very time consuming but pleasantly exciting method that has brought me along for quite some time during my High School years.
Idea - Pick up a dictionary, open it's covering to any letter of the alphabet, and meditate on that letter for a while. Read it through, pick a very, very good section (or do as I did, start from A and work your way through the entire thing) and just include every dictionary word in piece of work. Or better yet, create a piece of work, building off the dictionary listing words that comes to you. It is a truly lovely experience, or maybe for me, as I'm a writer - it appears so.
Becoming the man I want to be - this idea came to me in the shower where I will point out things I really dislike about myself (bad habits mostly), pinpoint faults that others say they don't like about me, etc etc. to constantly remind myself that a goal in my life to become an overall better person. This writing will occur by several different ways, mostly either repetition or taking out certain days of the week where it bears down on me more than the other days that I have to stay focused on improving myself for the betterment of the world.
Another idea that came to mind is a small project considering both of my teachers this semester are married to one another. I would like to watch how they are in class and see if I can find anything that displays itself about their marriage since marriage is something I desire in my heart, and a family as well.
Last idea, is writing letters (blog posts) to my family members, reminiscing to help me stay strong and motivated throughout the school year, and to remind me of how important family is and to always stay more and more in touch with them.
Sent from my CrackBerry
Reflection - At first I didn't think I wrote anything yesterday... then I had to scour through the long list of memo's already written in my phone and find that I did actually come up with SOMETHING yesterday. I guess yesterday I was so more focused on what was the deal with my shoulder that it kind of taken me away from the writing - at least enough to consume my thoughts and not have me focused on it until late night - I'm in my bed now - time. I would appreciate some responsive ideas about my own ideas.. discussion breeds more ideas, and encouragement; never pessimism.
I have another idea though - Since this as only yesterday's writing I feel as though I'm completely obligated (as I should, since I'm the author here and my writing is mine! [often my professors in my English courses will tell me]) to add an edit any of these posts how I so wish and desire to do.
Carrying on, carrying on - the next idea that I just had is rather an old one - but one that is constantly alive in my mind. It always seems to resurrect despite my unknowing, or unintentional attempts of burying these very time consuming but pleasantly exciting method that has brought me along for quite some time during my High School years.
Idea - Pick up a dictionary, open it's covering to any letter of the alphabet, and meditate on that letter for a while. Read it through, pick a very, very good section (or do as I did, start from A and work your way through the entire thing) and just include every dictionary word in piece of work. Or better yet, create a piece of work, building off the dictionary listing words that comes to you. It is a truly lovely experience, or maybe for me, as I'm a writer - it appears so.
365 Day Challenge [1/18 - 347]
Today's Title: Thank God I'm Patient
Thank you Lord,
For you've bestowed upon me a great deal of patience.
Enough where it fills my arms as I carry the amount,
Willing to share it with anyone willing to receive it,
But there's no way for me to get it out.
Thank you Lord,
For you've bestowed upon me a great deal of patience.
Enough where it fills my arms as I carry the amount,
Willing to share it with anyone willing to receive it,
But there's no way for me to get it out.
I try to teach it with words.
Describe it with verbs.
And even show it in my actions.
But the quick to anger don't see this practice,
Harping upon the quickest possible satisfaction.
This transcends their understanding, and because of that, nullifies their capability to learn.
Twenty-four hour period; our modern Earth day.
I've been patient this whole time.
Since I can't get you off my mind, no how, no way.
Written 1/18/11
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Reflection - As I post this up, I've sent the first draft of this originally yesterday to Blogger, but when I send things from my phone I have it set so that it only saves as a draft and isn't automatically posted. In doing this, I am able to re-read and revise what I've written either a couple moments before, or the night before so that I will feel not only better about the writing, but about what I'm trying to give the readers as an experience. Depending upon the way I was feeling during the writing process,my mood and what came out.
This is a piece of poetry that I wrote the other night. I will reveal it's meaning in the comments, after I see some good thorough guesses of what you got from it.
Monday, January 17, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/17 - 348]
Today I worked another grueling 8 hrs... Afterwards I immediately came home and took a nap. Upon waking from my name I did just as I said I would. My shoulder would feel better to an extent, which it has! Thank you Lord Jesus. Secondly, I finished my terrorism report for class tomorrow. I am pleased with myself. But I still have to finish my Latin HW before class on Wednesday, and make a couple of moves so that I am in the right class tomorrow.. I also know that as soon as I feel better, I will have to clean my room up, because I hate when I look like a pig up here... And go over all my syllabus information again so that I know what I am suppose to be doing for all of my classes. I need to write down all the important dates that I have coming up. When papers are due so that I can start on them well ahead of time. This semester I promise myself I will work my hardest and allow nothing to inhibit my rampage towards better grades and a higher GPA.
Today's blog..a much needed sigh of relief and a re-confirmation of my goals here @ school for this semester.
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Today's blog..a much needed sigh of relief and a re-confirmation of my goals here @ school for this semester.
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Sunday, January 16, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/16 - 349]
Today just isn't a good day for me. Simple and straight to the point. I woke up feeling reasonably fine with the exception of my still sore shoulder from yesterday a.k.a Saturday, 15th of January 2011. I went down both flights of stairs (from my small hole in the wall room, often misinterpreted for an attic) in to the living room, proceeded to play and win fashionably a game of madden and then eventually I began to realize this very strange feeling working it's way throughout my abdomen. Sharp pains continue to jet up and down the outlining of my spine. Pain from the gull stones or a twisted combination of whatever is making my insides clinch and squeeze rather uncomfortably, only the Lord knows. I've been troubled inwardly by looking at my hands. Another sign of defeat shows at the length of my bitten fingernails and now poorly kept hands. This is how they have been for the majority of my life so it is nothing new, but yet another installation to the saga for me against my bad habits. At three p.m. I had shown up to work, continued to sit here for the next six hours and some odd minutes... heading towards the seventh hour before I decided to write this blog, and jot down the overall troubles I've been plagued with today.
My health is not good...
I wish to blame the majority of these nuance illnesses towards the climate
...and towards my immune system, and sickle cell anemia (type - whichever it may be) that makes my body so darn sensitive to the weather climate and altitude.
...not only do I believe it is this disastrous mountain that I reside on for five month periods thanks to a continuing education which appears to me to be either very bleak, or so not worth it in the end all.. but it is also the regular stressors of the college student that inhibit this body from being at optimal strength as it should be.
So in short, my health is not good, this mountain has never helped, and the semester is just beginning. Great.
Lord, I will need you now more than ever to get through the first two quarters of this year... including the semester and surgery procedure that I am (as of right now) scheduled to take.
365 Day Challenge [1/15 - 350]
Friendship... what is the true meaning of this very word?
I can look it up and define it all I want to, but if it isn't really any action behind it then it is a hollow word with no meaning. Everyday there are thousands of actual friendships lived out. True friends, caring for and looking out for each other. On the other hand of the spectrum, there are those friends who stand out amongst the others as fake, associates, or some other word that are antonyms of true and honest. Yeah, something around that.
Yesterday, I experienced several different things that have brought me to my current extent of mixed emotions. I was sick yesterday; yacked, then passed out only to wake up with a sore shoulder (incredibly sore shoulder). So sore that it continues to perturb me into the next day. Secondly, I am faced with the thought of either a) being a true friend, and looking out for someone who needs it much more than me, despite my tight financial position or b) standing before this friend as yet another dead-end, and the end of the person's hope.
Decisions, decisions.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/13 - 352]
I can't seem to shake off this thought of inspiration. It has been following me around now like the shadow of man, or the tail of a hippo, dull in sight but every so often giving a slow jump back into the foreground of my conscious. I wonder why I can't seem to think of any other good writing material decent enough for today's commitment; however I fall upon the conclusion that its just a mere lack of the aforementioned topic: inspiration. Finally, one thing for the day I can completely rest my wayward soul upon. Inspiration is and has been very minimal in my life as of late. No inspiration means no pressing matter to get out of my head and on to paper, or idea, or thought. Without inspiration is a writer a writer? Can a writer actually indulge into any meaningful written experiences without it?
I'll let myself digress from the above issue as I usually do, shifting focal towards the next pressing matter at hand. Tonight my brother called me, rambling onward and onward about the same ol' thing he has been telling me for the past 20 years of my life, but today was different. Today he said something that he never has "taught" to me before. This is what he said, "Never settle." Although the context of which he put it in was more so surrounded by monetary premise, my vantage point within the world allows me to covertly disengage the message from its example and make of it my own meaning.
Never settle. It isn't like I have never heard these words before, but recently I can honestly say that this is a cliche I haven't had in my life personally for quite some time. Never settle. To me this is motivational, telling me yet again that I should never settle for what I have or where I am at in life and always strive for my dreams. This is a dynamic world and all can be accomplished through different paths or different means. Accommodating this focal point of his, was also the fact of finding my path, and never letting it go for anything in the world.
Love you Bro, my one and only.
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011
365 Day Challenge [1/12 - 353]
365 Day Challenge?
When I first read over these words, I thought what in the hell could this be for a writer. As you all know, writers are human, and humans have a 365 day challenge ahead of them already, and in knowing that you must very well be acquainted with life. If you aren't, let me help you make this acquaintance. Life - meet one of my readers. Reader, meet life. It is difficult enough to carry on with your life (as adults) from one trivial task, to the next. Staying on top of everything that is in our lives, for the professionals, that consists mostly of your work duties and tasks, completing assignments that were given to you from your boss rather than your professor as a student. Or this may take the shape of more manual labor for those of us who weren't as fortunate to obtain degrees and purge themselves into the fire which we call the white collar world. Blue collar work is mandatory - doesn't seem fun to me, but yes, it is mandatory. I am also pretty sure that there are several hundred thousands of people in America that take the most extreme pride in what they do. Which is great! But boy... have I rambled.
365...three, six, five.
Three hundred and sixty five days out of the year, eleven of which, before I started today, have missed the opportunity for me acquaint myself with them in the form of a colloquial writing.
I don't want to call this writing as any type of journal entry, because when that is said it means its going to induce more emotional writing, or require more emotional writing than just getting words down and bringing up a most general idea. Out of these next 353 days remaining, I am very well open to whatever comes to mind, and whatever ideas come to my head and transpire from my soul to this blog. I am looking forward to not really obtaining any followers on this blog, as it will be more for personal merit than any other unnecessary wish.
Without a theme, there seems like to me that everything that will eventually be written down will be a bunch of the most random ideas and thoughts, without any proper structure or form and may drive me crazy. So I should actually start getting down some format to these things, and turn this into a daily project, in which I will begin to add on to piece by piece, just a day, even if the day will be an idea in the form of a short six word story.
So.. 365 Day Challenge, meet another willing and inspired contestant. I am not looking for full completion of this, as I would have already failed in missing the first eleven days, but for the remaining 352 (not counting today), I will make a commitment to adding on to your meager little frame, and documenting my 2011 year. Through the different seasons, through the different periods of activity within my life, and during my ongoing and changing interests. I am sure that I will enjoy, I just hope that you do.
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