submission for the self-as-a-scavenger hunt assignment by Stephanie.
submission for the self-as-a-scavenger hunt assignment by Stephanie.
although, i failed the INspect-acles exam, i found a new respect for the naked eye.
at first, the prospect of wearing glasses for an entire week sounded thrilling and fun! glasses are cute! i admit i already had two pairs of “pretend glasses” in my possession because glasses are fun and can be transformative, but by the end of the week i concluded that glasses can be fun…sometimes. quite frankly they are a bit of a pain…
there’s glass between us!
although i could see through the clear glass/plastic window within my pale pink cat eye librarian frames adorned with rhinestones, it was a barrier between my eyes and the world. i wasn’t looking at, i was looking through-and that through was frequently smudged with fingerprints and who knows what else that made my view cloudy and dirty and in need of perpetual cleaning.
i did not wear my glasses out around town as much as i should have. honestly, i was a little concerned with what people would think…but that is a poor excuse because my glasses were very stylish-and even if they weren’t, the adventurous thing would have been to wear my spectacles with pride! i worried that the glasses wearing population would be offended by my unnecessary accessory, and that little fear prevented me from completely embracing the INspect-acles exam. i am grateful that i do not need to wear glasses everyday. i like the freedom of an undecorated face. sunglasses are hard enough for me to keep track of, let alone juggling two different pair!
while explaining this week’s assignment to a friend, she informed me that our eyes are like any other muscles in our bodies, the eyes need exercise. her eye doctor recommended printing out an eye exam chart and reading it every day for eye strengthening. this makes complete sense to me and i intend to print out an eye chart and start practicing for preventative measures…i have also heard many people describe prescription reduction with regular application of certain essential oils around their eye bone. whatever you do take care of your eyes and take care of your body! it’s the only one you get…
the rarest of wild animals to find in a tree
or anywhere at all for that matter is
the jelly cat.
the jelly cat makes no sound
the jelly cat is stealth embodied
the jelly cat watches you
and all of the other passers by
while perched on high,
and snickers behind your back
it snickers black and blue stripes.
do not engage the jelly cat
lest you want black and blue stripes across your face.
the jelly cat is rage embodied
yet he is patient.
the jelly cat is not going anywhere.
it is you who should run.
submission for the adventureclubinteractive versification-impression assignment
attempting to go a whole week without text messaging proved more difficult than i had anticipated. texting has become such a social norm-and quite honestly my first choice in communication these days…needless to say i struggled with this assignment!
why was it so difficult to X the text? or why did i feel the need to text message as opposed to using another form of communication? texting is easy. texting is faceless, voiceless and often “vowell-less” or at least missing some letters and reduced to the least common denominator of language. (omg!) . it is less personal, less invasive (so we think), less time consuming (supposedly) and yet it seems to take over our lives more and more and more. after some consideration, i concluded that there are two main categories of text messages that i usually send and receive: Emotional/Social Texting and Work Related Texting, with some sub categories thrown in the mix.
1. Emotional/Social Texting
a. ego/self importance
examples: pictures to inspire awe and jealousy…look at me and what i’m doing images
closely related to ego/self importance
examples: “hi”, “what are you doing?”, “i’m bored” etc. short, often meaningless grasps at social interaction.
c. casual “keeping in touch”
sometimes this can be a legitimate conversation with a true exchange of ideas and emotion.
example: “what time 7?”
sometimes it’s just a better idea not to speak to a particular person.
f. top secret information!
this way no one can hear you whisper!
2. Work related Texting
b. urgent issues that demand immediate attention (but do they really?)
i like texting. i really do. i guess it helps me feel “connected” to people that are far away. sadly, this sometimes comes at the expense of other who are very close by. this week helped me to realize just how often i’m inclined to reach for my phone at a moments notice. it helped me to re-evaluate who i was jumping to please by responding.
did i make it through the whole week text free? no. the work related texting got me the most. i had a few experiences where i really did need to respond in a pinch in between appointments to ensure a smooth working schedule. i also couldn’t make it through the week without texting my parents. i talk to them on the phone fairly frequently but it’s comforting to know we can get a hold of each other at a moments notice to help me with important decisions like which fig preserves to buy? or questions like where to place an apostrophe.
if i really felt compelled to send a text message, i did try to text “old school” by handwriting my message, taking a picture of it and then sending it off. at least that way it felt a little more organic and personal.
a welcoming grin.
a cartoon beetle or a snowman with a bow in it’s hair.
sadness, or the open mouth of a shark.
an inquisitive tree.
a week of 9:59 am
tuesday morning: packing up our hotel room after a short get away.
wednesday morning: a habitual stop to get coffee after teaching music together.
thursday morning: making photocopies of sheet music at the ups store in preparation for my afternoon music lessons.
friday morning: missed photo. at 9:59 i was just sitting down at the front of the room to teach a gentle yoga class to a group of my favorite regular students.
saturday morning: missed photo. at 9:59 was in the middle of teaching a hatha yoga class.
sunday morning: spring clinic at solitude. a day full of all mountain skiing.
a week of 9:59 pm
monday night: relaxing in our hotel room during our short get away.
tuesday night: laundry.
wednesday night: missed photo. forgotten.
thursday night: missed photo. forgotten.
friday night: recommitted to practicing the harp.
saturday night: missed photo. driving.
sunday night: resting after a long day of skiing.
view the details of the picture in a picture assignment here
“I can’t believe that I’ve run out of lemons again!” Suzanne says to herself as she waits in the checkout line with a cart filled exclusively with lemons. A gentle smirk rolls across her face. “Ok, I know, of course I’ve run out of lemons. I wasn’t going to make that lemon custard yesterday but Beverly insisted- she begged me! ‘Please make your lemon custard for our Society Tea! It won’t be a proper meeting without your custard!’ After hearing that, how could I refuse? That foolish custard robbed me of my last 10 lemons and I refuse to remain in any home devoid of lemons, especially my own and especially with this storm brewing. Why I might be trapped inside my house for days and what if I need to bake some lemon cookies to get me by?”
The line does not move forward. Outside the wind begins to whisper, then rustle, then clamor.
The lights flicker and everyone in the he grocery store “oooos” in nervous anticipation. Moments later the lights go out altogether. Suzanne emits a tiny scream and freezes. Her breath quickens, she begins to panic.
A voice squeaks over the loudspeaker but the words are grainy and muffled. “…storm is here…dangerous…doors locked…make yourself comfortable…”
“How does a man with no intelligence, no moral character and no conscience wind up in charge of this organization? Steinhart?! They chose Steinhart over me?! I’ve given the best years of my life to this place and for what? Nothing. Not a god damned thing. That POS Steinhart!”
“You okay Tom? You look a little red..flustered. You okay?”
“Flustered?! What am I? An excitable hen?! Do I look like I have my feathers in a bunch?!”
“Um…no…I didn’t think that flustered was a chicken reference Tom…”
“You POS. I am not a god damned chicken and I’m not going to let that POS Steinhart chop off my head and let me run around like a damned fool!”
“Tom you gotta take it easy. Take a few breaths and try to calm down.”
“I can’t stay cooped up here another minute! I gotta get some air. Tell Martha I’m taking an early lunch. I’m going for a walk.”
“Good idea Tom. See ya in a bit.”
Tom grabs his coat from the rack in the corner and marches out of the office and onto the street corner.
The wind is as equally agitated as Tom, spreading debris around the sidewalk as it blows. Tom trips over an empty styrofoam coffee cup and nearly falls to the ground. He looks up at the sky, addressing the wind.
“Steinhart!!!” He screams.
The wind gains strength and begins to push Tom forward guiding him down the sidewalk past his favorite coffee shop, past his regular metro stop and eventually past his apartment. The wind contines to push Tom forward for miles, never slowing, never stopping. He walks in a daze. He walks in a trance. He walks with the wind at his back. He walks.
view the details of the let’s be characters! assignment here.
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