Babies born in the twenty-first century have it so weird.
I just spent half an hour catching up on the lives of six children, without ever talking or seeing any of them. [children should be seen and not heard?]
Unlike the children of yesteryear, who's mothers slaved over endless hours of scrapbooks, these bonnie lads and lasses have their lives blogged from the moment of birth.
Someone should start taking notes so we can see the social affects [effects?] of a life blogged from the moment of entrance. Sure, it's great for distanced grandparents, friends, and mild acquaintances to keep up with your baby's every laugh, but what is it doing to the kid?
As if those baby books weren't embarrassing enough [though not as much as the jr. high books. trial by fire has been frequently suggested for mine], imagine looking back over twenty years of digital and internationally accessible photography.
And the most important question: can you put all these pictures together in a digital flip book to show the progression of time? That would be the most awesome high school graduation slide show ever.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
modern poetry...
why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention? - eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
There I go, attempting to swear off Romanticism, and then I do things like fall in love with a sideways glance in Borders and buy an anthology of poetry on a whim. [i am eternally grateful for pricetags that come off cleanly and easily]
San Diego was probably the best place possible for me to receive the news that Hillsdale will be home for two more years. It was far enough away from that place for me to think of it fondly, but not as painful as finding out my future in Portland with the people I love. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it's also easier to be distracted the longer you're away. [heartless truth?]
I knew there would be tears regardless. This is where God wants me. Now the plan is to thrive, not simply resign myself to a bland existence. And it's going to start with a conscious extra three weeks here. I'm staying for the first session of summer school to take an extremely rare analysis class on the modern short story. [what? hillsdale actually teaching something i'm dying to study? no way]
The Muse is back, washed back into my soul through the waves of the Pacific [romantic fool]. However, my modern American poetry anthology is more interesting at the moment.
There I go, attempting to swear off Romanticism, and then I do things like fall in love with a sideways glance in Borders and buy an anthology of poetry on a whim. [i am eternally grateful for pricetags that come off cleanly and easily]
San Diego was probably the best place possible for me to receive the news that Hillsdale will be home for two more years. It was far enough away from that place for me to think of it fondly, but not as painful as finding out my future in Portland with the people I love. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it's also easier to be distracted the longer you're away. [heartless truth?]
I knew there would be tears regardless. This is where God wants me. Now the plan is to thrive, not simply resign myself to a bland existence. And it's going to start with a conscious extra three weeks here. I'm staying for the first session of summer school to take an extremely rare analysis class on the modern short story. [what? hillsdale actually teaching something i'm dying to study? no way]
The Muse is back, washed back into my soul through the waves of the Pacific [romantic fool]. However, my modern American poetry anthology is more interesting at the moment.
hillsdale west parties on...
josh, christine, katherine, megan, eric, audree, emily, mary, ryan, joel
spring-break-a-thon...
Top Ten Reasons Spring Break in San Diego Was a Good Idea:
Ten: Costco. It's good for everything
Nine: The Sea World Soak Song
Eight: Sailing to a secluded beach and laying 0ut
Seven: Free churros [because we were dancing on the benches]
Six: Hot firemen could come to your rescue
Five: We pretty much just ate the whole time
Four: Waking up with the sunshine every morning
Three: Tackling people
Two: War games in the kayak
One: We learned to bark like Sea Lions
And now presenting a menagerie of pictures!
Ten: Costco. It's good for everything
Nine: The Sea World Soak Song
Eight: Sailing to a secluded beach and laying 0ut
Seven: Free churros [because we were dancing on the benches]
Six: Hot firemen could come to your rescue
Five: We pretty much just ate the whole time
Four: Waking up with the sunshine every morning
Three: Tackling people
Two: War games in the kayak
One: We learned to bark like Sea Lions
And now presenting a menagerie of pictures!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
the myth of the west...
I think I might be contemplating settling down [how's that for a decisive statement].
I decided that I'm pretty much in love with American Literature. I had a good long relationship with the Romantics, and I will eternally appreciate them and view the world differently because of our time together. But life equals continuous change [growth?].
American Lit just might be the one for me. Of course, one can't always judge a relationship by the first months. Maybe it's just the presentation this year. Then again, I had Dr. Freeh [the italian god of literature, the adventurous life, and all things completely cool] for Romantic last semester. It also could be that it's one of the more remotely modern things that has snuck past traditional Hillsdale. [should i start rooting for a 'women authors' course?] I feel comfortable with it, though it, by nature, is rarely comforting.
Oh, there are others I adore, and always will. This summer definitely holds some serious Russian and British Lit plans.
Spring Break officially arrives at 9:50 am tomorrow [bio test]. I'm returning to the West to find my writing ability [which is eternally absent from Hillsdale. did you notice how my posts decrease the longer i'm in this place without escape?], but not to my grand city. I am sending an ambassador, though. Be nice to her.
My flip flops are packed. It's strange to think of trading the snowfall for palm trees. The West is a place of purity and opportunity. A chance to rise again, like Adam from his sleep, and find something completely new and wonderful staring you in the face. Reinvention and rejuvination are on the menu, along with haircuts, sailing, shopping, theatre, tacos and a girls spa day.
Look out, Muse. Here I come.
I decided that I'm pretty much in love with American Literature. I had a good long relationship with the Romantics, and I will eternally appreciate them and view the world differently because of our time together. But life equals continuous change [growth?].
American Lit just might be the one for me. Of course, one can't always judge a relationship by the first months. Maybe it's just the presentation this year. Then again, I had Dr. Freeh [the italian god of literature, the adventurous life, and all things completely cool] for Romantic last semester. It also could be that it's one of the more remotely modern things that has snuck past traditional Hillsdale. [should i start rooting for a 'women authors' course?] I feel comfortable with it, though it, by nature, is rarely comforting.
Oh, there are others I adore, and always will. This summer definitely holds some serious Russian and British Lit plans.
Spring Break officially arrives at 9:50 am tomorrow [bio test]. I'm returning to the West to find my writing ability [which is eternally absent from Hillsdale. did you notice how my posts decrease the longer i'm in this place without escape?], but not to my grand city. I am sending an ambassador, though. Be nice to her.
My flip flops are packed. It's strange to think of trading the snowfall for palm trees. The West is a place of purity and opportunity. A chance to rise again, like Adam from his sleep, and find something completely new and wonderful staring you in the face. Reinvention and rejuvination are on the menu, along with haircuts, sailing, shopping, theatre, tacos and a girls spa day.
Look out, Muse. Here I come.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
bowling for friends...
Bringing new levels of awesomeness to Friday nights in Hillsdale.
Two thirds of the Triumvirate: Mary and Emily
This would probably be on the inside cover of our cd jacket: Emily and Hannah
Most of the Harold Club: Big Joel, Emay, Mary, and Swaagh
Adding humiliation to embarassment, with no obvious shame.
Apparently, I will smooch anything remotely round.
Two thirds of the Triumvirate: Mary and Emily
This would probably be on the inside cover of our cd jacket: Emily and Hannah
Most of the Harold Club: Big Joel, Emay, Mary, and Swaagh
Adding humiliation to embarassment, with no obvious shame.
Apparently, I will smooch anything remotely round.
no touchy...
I go through these random lapses of contact. I stop calling people, I stop reading blogs, and I stop writing on mine. Usually these pauses of language coincide with large amounts of papers or midterms. I'm happy to inform you that I'm on the upswing.
New blog series coming up: The Five Senses [or as many as it takes me to get bored]
Six til Spring Break in San Diego!
New blog series coming up: The Five Senses [or as many as it takes me to get bored]
Six til Spring Break in San Diego!
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