Monday, February 15, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Disproving the teacher theory
This blog is an attempt to disprove the theory that once you start teaching writing, it makes you a bad writer. Most of my recent entries have been attempts to catch myself up with several months of events in one entry--which is not what I am going for.
Hopefully, this will not be the case from now on (at least for a little while). On that note, this is my first real attempt to become a better writer or, I suppose, "blogger." I'm also going to be shopping around and adding other people's blogs for inspiration. I need to ritualize this whole writing experience--make it something to look forward to, rather than feel guilty about not updating.
Where to update the blog? I recently bought a stovetop espresso maker and Kevin is going to buy me a pound of Stumptown coffee from work today. That's a start. I'll read blogs like morning newspapers (which are almost basically the same thing now with all the commentary that comes with "un-bias" news sources) while sipping my morning coffee (which is another thing I need to work on--waking up before noon so that it truly can be my "morning" coffee) and having Piper at my feet. While making breakfast, I'll think of the content; maybe I will mentally outline while I pour my grapefruit juice.
Ok, maybe this is too much planning. For now, I will just try to always update on Friday mornings when I should be at work. I need to do it in a better place than where I am at right now. Currently, I am in Kevin's apartment. It's right by the freeway, and I swear, still smells like his ex-girlfriend. Fuck, that totally grosses me out that I just said that. Maybe I mean, her presence just looms rather than smells--a random painting of Gandhi leans in the corner, ready to be thrown out...random furniture sits there, unused and familiar from when I used to live with her years ago. Yes, this space is not conducive to writing with ease.
So, on that note, I will end this with pictures of my Women's Forum class last night. Some of my Somalian students wanted to teach the other students about their culture and lift off any stereotypes that had been put on them. It's not like there's any hostility or anything towards them at school, just lots of wondering and staring. It was a good night. Now, off to have an epic walk with Piper.
Hopefully, this will not be the case from now on (at least for a little while). On that note, this is my first real attempt to become a better writer or, I suppose, "blogger." I'm also going to be shopping around and adding other people's blogs for inspiration. I need to ritualize this whole writing experience--make it something to look forward to, rather than feel guilty about not updating.
Where to update the blog? I recently bought a stovetop espresso maker and Kevin is going to buy me a pound of Stumptown coffee from work today. That's a start. I'll read blogs like morning newspapers (which are almost basically the same thing now with all the commentary that comes with "un-bias" news sources) while sipping my morning coffee (which is another thing I need to work on--waking up before noon so that it truly can be my "morning" coffee) and having Piper at my feet. While making breakfast, I'll think of the content; maybe I will mentally outline while I pour my grapefruit juice.
Ok, maybe this is too much planning. For now, I will just try to always update on Friday mornings when I should be at work. I need to do it in a better place than where I am at right now. Currently, I am in Kevin's apartment. It's right by the freeway, and I swear, still smells like his ex-girlfriend. Fuck, that totally grosses me out that I just said that. Maybe I mean, her presence just looms rather than smells--a random painting of Gandhi leans in the corner, ready to be thrown out...random furniture sits there, unused and familiar from when I used to live with her years ago. Yes, this space is not conducive to writing with ease.
So, on that note, I will end this with pictures of my Women's Forum class last night. Some of my Somalian students wanted to teach the other students about their culture and lift off any stereotypes that had been put on them. It's not like there's any hostility or anything towards them at school, just lots of wondering and staring. It was a good night. Now, off to have an epic walk with Piper.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I'm 26 and yeah.
So, I'm 26. What the hell happened since the last one? Ah, 25....
25...
I got a dog, finished my first year of teaching, bought a motorcycle, got to participate in my first graduation (I read the names, played the piano and got to see my students graduate), started being a part of Heavy Metal Vomit Party on Kboo, finally got to go to Maryland Deathfest for the first time, broke up with a dude, went on tour for two weeks with some of my best friends' bands, realized that I am crazy in love with a good friend of mine, went to my first funeral of a friend, bought a new computer, saw my best friend and her family for the first time in 3 years, got my Rudimentary Peni tattoo, got my Twin Peaks tattoo...so, I guess I did a few things.
What do I want out of the next year?
I want to work at least one more year at the school I am at, learn how to play drums, the bass, have an Electric Wizard cover band for next Halloween (all girls, called "Ele-chick Wizard"), get more serious about my workout regiment, take a motorcycle trip(s) to the coast, learn to work the soundboard at Kboo, go to Japan and Thailand this summer, get "friend-married" to Lindsay and stay in contact with Claire, Maggie and my family more. Oh, and also update this thing some more.
This bday, I received a HUGE arrangement of flowers from Kevin, Kevin cooked me breakfast, we went on a hike to Horsetail Falls, came back and perused motorcycles on craigslist, went out to Indian food and went to The Know to meet up with my people! It was a good day and night. Couldn't have asked for more.
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