fall springs upon me like
new winds and full moons.
like the dusty reds of broken hearts.
the smell of fresh dirt
attacks my nostrils like
like
like - the dew rain in mississippi.
it's a strange feeling:
fall.
it's sensual overload.
it's like a brand-new pack of crayolas
and too many pages in my favorite coloring book.
but i love it:
fall.
the earth signals change,
and so, like a child heeding her mother -
i will follow.
so I was home last week for my mom's surgery (hysterectomy), and watched this cheesetastic movie with hillary duff (a cinderalla story). despite it's cheesiness (which, is in keeping with the me of me), i was struck by the quote:
"NEVER LET THE FEAR OF FAILURE KEEP YOU OUT OF THE GAME."
later on that week, I had a major breakdown, during which my parents tried their darndest to convince me that i'm smart, that i'm not a phoney, that i can be in academia and thrive.
this all started in part because i've been avoiding chapter two (lit review) of my diss proposal. i've been avoiding it because i don't think i have anything to offer, say, critique, etc. i KNOW that's not true, but when i get in front of a computer, those thoughts begin to infiltrate my brain like uncontrollable internet virus on speed.
then my dad, in his typical wisdom, said,
"so, you're afraid to write because you're afraid of failing?"ummm...yea dad, I guess I am. then i remembered the quote from the cheesemovie, and began to think...hmmmmm....signs????
what makes this stage of getting a phd so hard is that the stakes are HIGH. and for me, mediocrity is not an option. but when your fear of failure, of wanting to be brilliant, of writing (which is ummm, just a weebit important) transfers into opting out, it must be revisited.
where am i now? let's just say i'm revisiting...
so i'm doing my daily blogroll on google reader, and i come across this lookbook from nom de guerre, a fashion co that's fall lookbook is called "countdown to violence."
read a snippet on the inspiration here.
then look through the lookbook.
since i really want feedback before I give my opinion, please look through those link and share. thoughts??
"For women - poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives."
Audre Lorde, "Poetry is not a Luxury", from Sister Outsider
since i don't have my computer (long story) right now, i can't upload this song (i'll come back later and do it), i'll just go ahead and recommend paying the $1 on itunes, it's well worth it.
Artist: Dvorak
Album: String Quartet No.1 in E Minor, From My Life
Track: III, Largo Sostenuto
put on some headphones, turn it all the way up, and just meditate on the song. i know(some) folks think that classical music is the dreads, but this song makes me tear up every time i hear it. it's sighs and gasps, and highs and lows. i love every moment of it.
Grow These Plants if You Love to PartyGarden Party: "
Nothing makes guests feel more welcome than homegrown ingredients and touches, be they edible or decorative. Obvious marijuana jokes aside, there are lots of great plants to cultivate in your garden if you love to throw parties. I've chosen a handful of favorites, all of which are relatively easy to grow, lovely to look at, and practical for entertaining.Read Full Post"
I'm selling $5 (or 5 for $20) raffle tickets for PIAP's 3rd annual pink party (09 October 10)! Enter for a chance to win an iPad, 27" flat screen, Nintendo Wii. $150 AMEX giftcard, OR to just support the cause!!! Email, im, or call me!
i wrote on Monday that I was going to take the 24hours that my bff suggested I take. turns out, I needed a little bit more than that. more like 48 hours. after i did my first training for yoga work exchange (the coolest thing! 2 hours of work/wk for 2 free sessions!), I was a bit tired, so i decided to just go to bed.
truth is i'm tired now, but i'd somehow find the energy i needed if i were planning on going to a happy hour, a thrift store, or a bookstore (all of which are options at this point, lol). so i must challenge myself to be productive tonight. even if i only work for 2 hours - or 30 minutes. i need to get somewhere. i will be happy if i write a coherent paragraph.
so onward i go (keep your fingers crossed that i don't lose any more documents!).
unt*-
lboog
a few faves (in no particular order):
- wanderlust at target (bikes, electronics, whatever).
- go home and spend some qt with magoo and esme (my cats).
- yoga
- meditate, read, and pray (question for the Mighty Counselor: what is it that's holding me back? why can't i accept the power that you have given to me? what is it that makes me afraid to embrace my talents? how can i move beyond this fear (of being stupid)?
- watch empty television (a la Disney channel, HGTV, Food Network, maybe the recorded episode of Mad Men from last night).
- Bed - early!
- Wake up - early!
- Go for a walk/jog (around my block, Kelly Drive, who knows)
- Workout @ gym
- Work (it's fun, really, if i had a sucky job this little sitchiachun would be waaaaay worse!).
- Make a list of reasonable work goals for the night, and mix in some play
- Back to the grind.
until next time party peoples.
~lboog
focus
(feels like i need some hocus pocus)
because my eyes drift from table -
to floor
to out of...
focus.
why can't i focus?
even to write this poem?