Befuddled.
The choice between what costs less and what means more is a constant. The road to life, I am finding adds more weights as the path goes on. Right now, the money is fake. I don't see it. I'm not licking my fingers and counting it out. The piece of mail that hs my current debt on it is nothing more than a cluster of characters to me. Should that cluster remain in the back of my mind since there is no way for me to pay it now? The economy is getting worse, yes. Are people still going to want art therapists when I am done with school and in $90,000 of debt? I hope so. I am the only one that can make me life meaningful, and that is a high price to pay it seems. Literally.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
write write write write write
Sometimes I feel like I cannot write, even a little. My thoughts are so jumbled that putting them into words seems impossible. It would be a different story if I had the thoughts but struggled to get them down on paper, but I have a case of not even getting my thoughts. Any suggestions?
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
What I Meant to Say.
You must understand that it takes me a very long time to collect my thoughts and organize them into something sensible. And so, this my attempt to restate what I wanted to say in class in better, more understandable terms:
I envy the artist who has lost his mind. I envy the poet who curses the devils above his head and caresses the faces in the grass. He who knows of a place where there is NO LOGIC NECESSARY. He who lives to love the things that are not there. He who creates from an unreal world that is real to him. The crazy is FREE. The crazy isn't forced to manually make up an imaginary world in order to create a work. It is already there. He who lives in a world only visible to himself, I envy for the effortless creativity.
I envy the artist who has lost his mind. I envy the poet who curses the devils above his head and caresses the faces in the grass. He who knows of a place where there is NO LOGIC NECESSARY. He who lives to love the things that are not there. He who creates from an unreal world that is real to him. The crazy is FREE. The crazy isn't forced to manually make up an imaginary world in order to create a work. It is already there. He who lives in a world only visible to himself, I envy for the effortless creativity.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
This Is Not How I Want to Think.
Writer does not feel intelligent.
Writer does not read enough.
Writer wishes she could be more intelligent.
Writer does not feel like making people feel sorry for her.
Writer does not read enough.
Writer wishes she could be more intelligent.
Writer does not feel like making people feel sorry for her.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Miranda July
I think Miranda July's "stories" can be characterized as sort of character sketches. Each story develops a character that I wish I could think like. They all have wild imaginations and an ignorant selfishness that inhibits them from feeling silly for being themselves. I know that as I read I started to highlight the thoughts of the characters that I know I have had, but never really wanted anyone to know I had.
There are so many social norms that we as "civilized people" feel we need to follow. I know sometimes I think to myself, "This is bullshit. Shouldn't I act how I want to act?" If I'm not hurting anyone with the way I am acting then it should be fair game. The next time I feel compelled to do something that others might think is odd, fuck it. I'm doing it. And if I were to have a challenge at the end of every post, which I am thinking of doing from now on, it would be as follows:
THE NEXT TIME YOU ARE STRANGELY COMPELLED TO DO SOMETHING, DO IT.
There are so many social norms that we as "civilized people" feel we need to follow. I know sometimes I think to myself, "This is bullshit. Shouldn't I act how I want to act?" If I'm not hurting anyone with the way I am acting then it should be fair game. The next time I feel compelled to do something that others might think is odd, fuck it. I'm doing it. And if I were to have a challenge at the end of every post, which I am thinking of doing from now on, it would be as follows:
THE NEXT TIME YOU ARE STRANGELY COMPELLED TO DO SOMETHING, DO IT.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Through The Eyes of the WILD Child
For my project I would like to learn more about children with behavioral issues. With my job this summer I feel like it would benefit me to learn to deal with children with in the most efficient and fair way. It want to better my understanding some of the children I work with. Basically, with this project I want to kill two birds with one stone. I really want to do something with this issue because I am really interested in it, and it would benefit me to learn more about it.
Research: I would like to research some of the most common behavioral issues found in adolescents and teens. I have already been searching for some books on the issue.
Writing: I want to write a short story through the eyes of a child with a behavioral issue. I think in doing that I will force myself to think like the children I am working with and therefore gain a better understanding of how to deal with those kids.
Class Connection: I do think of the children that I work with wild in some aspects. Not thinking before hitting, yelling, or doing something irrational is a part of human nature. One has to learn to get along with others. It's a part of human nature to act before thinking.
Any suggestions or critiques?
Research: I would like to research some of the most common behavioral issues found in adolescents and teens. I have already been searching for some books on the issue.
Writing: I want to write a short story through the eyes of a child with a behavioral issue. I think in doing that I will force myself to think like the children I am working with and therefore gain a better understanding of how to deal with those kids.
Class Connection: I do think of the children that I work with wild in some aspects. Not thinking before hitting, yelling, or doing something irrational is a part of human nature. One has to learn to get along with others. It's a part of human nature to act before thinking.
Any suggestions or critiques?
Monday, February 11, 2008
The Beginning
It was Sunday evening when the TV people showed up. The Traveling Veterans is what they called themselves. They were a group of older men traveling the world, and preaching the costs of war as they went. They were very popular, especially among the 13-16 year old kids who only listened to their gory stories for the sack of gore. In most cases the children in this town weren't allowed to watch TV, So when the TV people came it was heaven for them.
The group of about 11 men in their 70's took turns in front of a microphone in a small town hall. Their audience never exceeded twenty or thirty, but they felt this set up a better mood to tell their life changing stories of when they were forced to do in the war. As the adults listened, they expressed visual signs of remorse for the old men. As the children listened, their mouths were open in awe as if it was the first time they were allowed to use such a strange thing as the imagination.
The group of about 11 men in their 70's took turns in front of a microphone in a small town hall. Their audience never exceeded twenty or thirty, but they felt this set up a better mood to tell their life changing stories of when they were forced to do in the war. As the adults listened, they expressed visual signs of remorse for the old men. As the children listened, their mouths were open in awe as if it was the first time they were allowed to use such a strange thing as the imagination.
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