Thursday, August 2, 2012
Realization
First of all, wow. It's been a while since I've been on here and the layout has changed drastically. Anyway, I've had a couple of good ideas for a blogpost as of late, but just have not gotten around to doing anything about it. I couldn't resist today, though, because something so weird happened to me! It all started off with me sitting at my desk at work, just analyzing some data (the us(ual)), when all of a sudden I had goosebumps all over my body and felt something pass over me. You know when you feel like there's a spirit, or a presence in the room? That's what it felt like. Then, thoughts from someone in my past popped into my mind. I almost felt like it was their presence I was feeling. After that, I realized my last day at work is what would be the three year anniversary with this same person. Lastly, as I approached my car to leave work, I noticed that there was someone blocking my car. They had to move before I could get out and guess what.... that person had the same car as the person from my past. I've just been thinking about all of this today and came to a stunning realization. The relationships that you have with a person from the past will never, ever be the same. If you ever try to restore a relationship from the past, there will always be some kind of trust issue or wall to be broken down, regardless of whether or not everything seems fine. The statement that relationships won't ever stay the same can also be applied to ongoing relationships, of course. I'm not sure about you, but the discovery that things won't ever be the same was striking to me. So it got me to thinking about time in general. In psychological terms, I am in the stage they call "emerging adulthood"- it lasts from ages 20-25. It's just weird to stop for a second and think about how times have changed. My adolescence is gone, and I will never be able to truly relive those days. I have much bigger responsibilities now (or responsibilities in general) and much more to come. I remember young me back then, wishing I was older. I wish I was told to truly appreciate those days, because they've flown by way too quickly. What I didn't realize as a child, though, was that being older isn't as amazing as I once thought (not saying I'm not loving being 20 years young!) With more freedom comes more responsibility. Shortly after, I felt like I spiraled into adulthood and there was no middle stage. I know there was, but it all just felt like a whirlwind. So basically my message is this- cherish every day and be thankful for what you have because you never know when it'll be gone.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B2yzG6Gj0A
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Highschool Memories
This was a piece I wrote in high school. Our assignment was to create a Canterbury Tale with our own character. It was not mandatory to write in iambic pentameter, but I thought it sounded better so most of mine is. I'm really quite proud of my work, and I'm not usually fond of my writing.
THE PRINCESS
The stories that classified Ancient Thebes
Were those of frenzy and tragic endings.
This city fussed of riches and the gold,
But The Princess was the purest, behold.
Pandora was given the young broad’s name,
And she did not put her parents to shame.
Fair not only at heart, but with her face,
Her Goldilocks curls fell right into place.
Not only blonde but with shining blue eyes;
Their depth put shame to Heaven’s bright blue skies.
She had presence, but not in way of gifts,
Her name, after all, meant she would uplift.
Although the lass had all beside her feet,
She wished not own the goods of the elite.
She wished for all the simple things in life,
And not fret over being someone’s wife.
This tale will tell the quests of lustful men,
Who only care to mate with her in bed.
While most will fail one fateful will remain,
Though normally would be looked with disdain.
The King sent off each man in terms of task,
But who knew the victor would be in mask.
Not literally in form of mask, of course,
But not the ideal stud upon a horse.
For her, she did not care ‘bout what they bought,
But their false intentions weren’t what she sought.
A heart of gold to match hers was her hope,
And not just any man who thought “she’s dope”.
While daddy forced the men who lived in wealth,
The princess warned to “back off” for their health.
While sad at loss for the ultimate man,
The King had cooked up the unfailing plan.
THE PRINCESS’S TALE
Once upon a time, in a land filled with crime,
There existed a princess whose persona was prime.
While filled with charm, intellect, and grace,
No suitors saw beyond the beauty of her face.
All the while, she was growing with age,
And for this, the King sought for her to engage.
While the richest suitors filled her father with delight,
Their penchant for her money filled his daughter with fright.
“I wish to be loved for who I am, and not what I’m made of!” she cried,
But the father only cared for a rich man to wed his future bride.
And whilst the daughter and father fought,
To the king suddenly appeared a fascinating thought.
“I’ll create a quest, to be completed by hand,
And the victor will be the worthiest of the land!”
So the daughter forcefully agreed, and the father publicized,
Of a contest in which the winner was worthiest in his eyes.
Pandora made one minor change in this, however,
She told her father to judge this contest would be her pleasure.
So the father complied, and named off a list,
In which these competitors would be responsible for 3 gifts.
First a bouquet of flowers, then a sword, and finally a ring,
A selection that wasn’t easy, according to the King.
Then the men scoffed, and questioned if the King thought they were tourists,
Because after all, they could simply just go to the florist.
But Dionysus, an unknown man of mystery,
Regarded the task with a look back at his history.
The thought of Daisy, his passed away grandmother, made his heart harden,
So he planted that type of flower in honor of her in his garden.
While all the other suitors bragged of their over the top bouquets,
Dionysus seemed disheartened as he made his way
Toward his competitors. Pushes and shoves were given by the rest of the fellows
While Dionysus, not in all the action, remained very mellow.
Pandora, curious to see why this man,
Remained toward the end of the clan,
Questioned him first, and the other men reversed
To see the clever lines that this pity fool rehearsed.
He explained of Daisy, his beloved grandmother,
And how the love he had for her could be the equivalent to love for another.
Her grin turned into a smile, and her eyes turned clearer than before;
Automatically she knew this man was worth so much more.
So came time for the second assignment, to pull a sword out of a stone,
A task that would certainly make some of these men groan.
While the rich, apparently muscular men tried to show they were hardcore
Their strength was simply not as good enough as those on the Jersey Shore.
When it finally came to Dionysus’s turn, he thought his limp frame would never cause the sword to part,
But when he did with ease, a hobo cried out “It has not to do with strength of muscles, but strength of heart!”
Her heart fluttered, and she knew this would be her man,
But he needed to succeed at one more task to complete the plan.
A ring, a ring, what a complicated thing,
Would she prefer something modest or a diamond of sparkling bling?
So the richest suitors contacted their favorite jewelers
In hopes that the biggest of diamond rocks would woo her.
Pandora pondered upon the possibilities;
What could he get this time that would be equally sweet?
Without fail, they returned the next day,
Anxious of what the Princess had left to say.
All she could think about was Dionysus, though,
And whether his last attempt would appeal to the big guy on the throne.
And alas, with the oversized rings, most tried to kiss her ass,
Although the ring of Dionysus weighed a very small mass.
Waving all others aside she went straight to him,
And when she knew of its significance, she could barely move a limb.
A ring passed down from generations past
The ring he bestowed made her heart beat fast.
And even though his shining armor was made of tinfoil,
There was something about him that made her blood boil.
So the virtuous princess selected her winner with a kiss,
And the other fools made themselves look like bastards in the midst.
THE END
THE PRINCESS
The stories that classified Ancient Thebes
Were those of frenzy and tragic endings.
This city fussed of riches and the gold,
But The Princess was the purest, behold.
Pandora was given the young broad’s name,
And she did not put her parents to shame.
Fair not only at heart, but with her face,
Her Goldilocks curls fell right into place.
Not only blonde but with shining blue eyes;
Their depth put shame to Heaven’s bright blue skies.
She had presence, but not in way of gifts,
Her name, after all, meant she would uplift.
Although the lass had all beside her feet,
She wished not own the goods of the elite.
She wished for all the simple things in life,
And not fret over being someone’s wife.
This tale will tell the quests of lustful men,
Who only care to mate with her in bed.
While most will fail one fateful will remain,
Though normally would be looked with disdain.
The King sent off each man in terms of task,
But who knew the victor would be in mask.
Not literally in form of mask, of course,
But not the ideal stud upon a horse.
For her, she did not care ‘bout what they bought,
But their false intentions weren’t what she sought.
A heart of gold to match hers was her hope,
And not just any man who thought “she’s dope”.
While daddy forced the men who lived in wealth,
The princess warned to “back off” for their health.
While sad at loss for the ultimate man,
The King had cooked up the unfailing plan.
THE PRINCESS’S TALE
Once upon a time, in a land filled with crime,
There existed a princess whose persona was prime.
While filled with charm, intellect, and grace,
No suitors saw beyond the beauty of her face.
All the while, she was growing with age,
And for this, the King sought for her to engage.
While the richest suitors filled her father with delight,
Their penchant for her money filled his daughter with fright.
“I wish to be loved for who I am, and not what I’m made of!” she cried,
But the father only cared for a rich man to wed his future bride.
And whilst the daughter and father fought,
To the king suddenly appeared a fascinating thought.
“I’ll create a quest, to be completed by hand,
And the victor will be the worthiest of the land!”
So the daughter forcefully agreed, and the father publicized,
Of a contest in which the winner was worthiest in his eyes.
Pandora made one minor change in this, however,
She told her father to judge this contest would be her pleasure.
So the father complied, and named off a list,
In which these competitors would be responsible for 3 gifts.
First a bouquet of flowers, then a sword, and finally a ring,
A selection that wasn’t easy, according to the King.
Then the men scoffed, and questioned if the King thought they were tourists,
Because after all, they could simply just go to the florist.
But Dionysus, an unknown man of mystery,
Regarded the task with a look back at his history.
The thought of Daisy, his passed away grandmother, made his heart harden,
So he planted that type of flower in honor of her in his garden.
While all the other suitors bragged of their over the top bouquets,
Dionysus seemed disheartened as he made his way
Toward his competitors. Pushes and shoves were given by the rest of the fellows
While Dionysus, not in all the action, remained very mellow.
Pandora, curious to see why this man,
Remained toward the end of the clan,
Questioned him first, and the other men reversed
To see the clever lines that this pity fool rehearsed.
He explained of Daisy, his beloved grandmother,
And how the love he had for her could be the equivalent to love for another.
Her grin turned into a smile, and her eyes turned clearer than before;
Automatically she knew this man was worth so much more.
So came time for the second assignment, to pull a sword out of a stone,
A task that would certainly make some of these men groan.
While the rich, apparently muscular men tried to show they were hardcore
Their strength was simply not as good enough as those on the Jersey Shore.
When it finally came to Dionysus’s turn, he thought his limp frame would never cause the sword to part,
But when he did with ease, a hobo cried out “It has not to do with strength of muscles, but strength of heart!”
Her heart fluttered, and she knew this would be her man,
But he needed to succeed at one more task to complete the plan.
A ring, a ring, what a complicated thing,
Would she prefer something modest or a diamond of sparkling bling?
So the richest suitors contacted their favorite jewelers
In hopes that the biggest of diamond rocks would woo her.
Pandora pondered upon the possibilities;
What could he get this time that would be equally sweet?
Without fail, they returned the next day,
Anxious of what the Princess had left to say.
All she could think about was Dionysus, though,
And whether his last attempt would appeal to the big guy on the throne.
And alas, with the oversized rings, most tried to kiss her ass,
Although the ring of Dionysus weighed a very small mass.
Waving all others aside she went straight to him,
And when she knew of its significance, she could barely move a limb.
A ring passed down from generations past
The ring he bestowed made her heart beat fast.
And even though his shining armor was made of tinfoil,
There was something about him that made her blood boil.
So the virtuous princess selected her winner with a kiss,
And the other fools made themselves look like bastards in the midst.
THE END
Hasbro
Unperturbed porcelain surface reveals no imperfections.
No implications.
Glassy eyes stare back in a placid temperament.
Try to look deeper-- no windows.
Blank.
What is hiding behind the drop curtains?
Next, touch skin.
Cold. Clammy. Indistinguishable.
Severed connections
Un-breachable barrier
Necessary Savior
The things I can no longer do.
No implications.
Glassy eyes stare back in a placid temperament.
Try to look deeper-- no windows.
Blank.
What is hiding behind the drop curtains?
Next, touch skin.
Cold. Clammy. Indistinguishable.
Severed connections
Un-breachable barrier
Necessary Savior
The things I can no longer do.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
I should probably be doing my physics homework.
It's better to keep it all in.
The soft souvenirs of our past slowly slithering into sight
All the while I try to prevent their resurface.
Funny how I can still be hung up on every word from miles away
And as we stare at the same moon, I wonder if you ever think about me.
We were once one soul underneath the celestial star;
Now it seems like the physical distance is not our only separation.
As we head down different paths in life, you are still in my thoughts.
My prayers.
My heart.
But you'll never know.
I've loved you for so long.
The soft souvenirs of our past slowly slithering into sight
All the while I try to prevent their resurface.
Funny how I can still be hung up on every word from miles away
And as we stare at the same moon, I wonder if you ever think about me.
We were once one soul underneath the celestial star;
Now it seems like the physical distance is not our only separation.
As we head down different paths in life, you are still in my thoughts.
My prayers.
My heart.
But you'll never know.
I've loved you for so long.
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Last Supper
My last post. What a year it's been. It has come circle before I would ever know it. I remember my feelings one year ago when I was one of those kids on the tours. I remember how awkward it was when the tour guides would try to walk backwards and trip. I remember udging the cafeteria based on how soft their cookies were that day. I swear I feel like I graduated yesterday. So I have four full days left at Skidmore. I'm both sad and happy. But I can't wait to go home :) That is all. Goodbye for now.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
5 mayo 2011
So in less than a week from today, I'll be home. How do I feel about this? SUPER PUMPED! I used to think that's all I would be, but I've already made plans with people from school that I'l miss. Me and a couple friends are going to go on a roadtrip to Vermont and go cliff jumping, water tubing, boating, etc.... a.k.a. epicness. Another couple of my friends want to go visit our friend from Maine. Her family owns an island that you have to take a ferry to get to so that's going to be fun fun fun (yeah!) The only thing that sucks is that my internship for this summer fell through already. I don't know what I'm going to do. Probably work in retail. But still. I turned down being a counselor at summer camp for this, and now there's no going back. Sorry I've been blabbing this whole post, I guess I don't know what else to say. I guess to all the people reading this, good luck with finals!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Theorist Shmearist
(Note: This was supposed to be posted yesterday it saved as a draft instead) So this assignment's got me thinking.... what's the deal, Bruner. Are you telling me that every single encounter I have with the world is indirect? That's crazy talk. But then again, the man has a point. I've been racking my brain trying to decide whether there is one standard happening for which all people have the same interpretation. For most instances of the world, though, the different perspectives of an audience give rise to how particular things can be viewed in different ways. Maybe that's why I'm not a Studio Art or English major. I like it when there is an algorithm to arrive at a standard answer, which is why I'm a more science-oriented kind of girl. Language arts opens up a whole new spectrum of subjectivity that is specific to tone, style, syntax, etc. You never know if you really "got it" when you hand in a paper, or even a reaction for a piece of artwork. Who would have known that Bruner's ideas mediated my life track.
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