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Karl and a Documentary

17 Nov

It’s a chilly morning in Chicago and Starbucks has their Christmas decoration up. 🙂  They’re very pretty and festive.  My favorite!  I opted to wear my old winter coat today because it matched my outfit better and to my pleasant surprise, it was much needed on my way to class this morning.

I’m taking a quick break from my newest short story.  Maybe I’ll see this one through to the end?  I don’t even care if I send it out for publication, I just feel like I never get around to finishing my stories.  This one is different though.  I usually write from the point of view of a younger woman (who knew?) and this story centers around Karl Swanson who is an older man in his 50’s or so.  It’s kind of fun being someone completely different.
Lukasik has us writing short fiction scenes right now and last week’s completely blew.  It’s also up for critique today.  The last thing I had critiqued was my creative nonfiction and it was very well received.  But this one… I’m dreading class…
This week, however, I’m using her strict guidelines to expand Karl Swanson’s story.  It should be interesting.

We’ve been watching a documentary in sociology about the United States, wars, defense spending, capitalism, and the like called Why We Fight.  Google Video features the entire thing if you have 99 minutes.  It really is interesting.  The whole thing was a little heart-breaking as it really showed me that I can, quite obviously, no longer live in my positive and trusting world.  How does someone handle this?  It’s not a change necessarily as I have always opposed war and the privatization of war and government spending, but the fact that soon I’m slowly becoming more against the government I’ve grown up watching.  Even more difficult is the fact that my sister and dad both served in the military and I in no way want to do them any disservice by my desire to protest all that is militant and government.
We debated in political science last week the U.S.’s refusal to join to International Criminal Court and whether that was a wise idea.  I very much believe the U.S. puts enough into global affairs and global domination that they need to be held accountable for the acts they carry out.
As often as I feel like my school goes against the government to a fault, sometimes I appreciate their presentation of information that I probably wouldn’t get elsewhere.
But who am I, right?  Just another liberal college student. 😉

Meanwhile, Alice and Bella are celebrating their 2nd birthday today. =)  My babies are growing up.

Karl Swanson beckons.  ❤

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Do You Know Where Your Scissors Are?

9 Nov

Because this guys does! 😉

Scissor holster, alright.. 😉

And that is all I have for you right now.  Working on a short fiction scene for Lukasik.  Not happy with it. 😦

Me and Poetry? Pass…

13 Oct

I’ve always hated poetry.  It was only two or so years ago that I actually started reading it.  Its grown on me to the point that I can read it for class, do the analysis and hold a conversation.  But anything more than that? No, thank you.  😉

Unfortunately lovely Professor Lukasik doesn’t share my lack of sentiment towards poetry and as we are now in our poetry unit in Creative Writing, I have been forced to write my first poem… It’s a list poem — no rhyming, no rhythm.. is that really a poem?

Anywho, I was thinking about what I wanted to write it on when I was going home on Monday.  I stayed in the library studying later than I really meant to and it was pretty dark and dead downtown by the time I started heading for the train.  A street performer was playing the saxophone down the block.  If I had any money on me and he was anywhere near me, I would have given him a dollar.  He was very good.
I couldn’t find the exact song he was playing on youtube, but here’s something for you to listen to while you read my first poem.. 😉

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My Commute

I sit on the train and stare out the window

Like an observer of the world.

Restaurants and Starbucks roll by

Along with the people who inhabit them at this late hour;

Students, business people, couples.

Women practice self defense and kickboxing on the fifth floor of a gym,

Their movements fluid, like a dance.

Men play basketball just next door.

They cannot boast the same beautiful fluidity.

Dark office buildings move on by,

Highlighting the lone secretary working diligently into the night.

We pass the condos I will never be able to afford;

They stand tall overlooking the river.

The Chicago River forks around the Chicago Sun Times building,

Giving it the look of its own private island in the city.

The meat packing district comes slowly into view,

Butchers’ signs lit up like Vegas neons.

A block of doggie daycares whir by,

Abandoned in the lonely night.

Countless train stations blur together

Like a long forgotten memory.

The train pulls to a stop at Ridgeland.

A Metra train screams by in the background.

The night air is cool,

Fall is in full swing.

The house with a carousel horse on their porch stands solemnly and is quiet,

Not as loud and outgoing as it might seem at first.

My building comes into site, large and yellow.

My cats watch me from their second story perch,

Still as gargoyles, silent and gray.

My key turns the lock,

I am home.

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It could have been much worse, but I don’t think I’ll ever be earning my living as a poet… 😉

What I Learned From Eavesdropping Today: Laughter Yoga

30 Sep

“A friend turned me onto something called Laughter yoga!  It’s on Friday nights and it’s just an hour of laughter!  Isn’t that neat?”

I was sitting in Starbucks this afternoon, absentmindedly sipping my iced mocha, browsing facebook, and trying to avoid my Fitzgerald paper for as long as possible when I “accidentally” over heard this women talking about “Laughter Yoga.”  I googled it.

They. Have. A. .org. Website.

“Laughter Yoga is a revolutionary idea – simple and profound. An exercise routine, it is sweeping the world and is a complete wellbeing workout.

The brainchild of Dr. Madan Kataria, a Physician from Mumbai, India, launched the first Laughter Club at a Park on March 13, 1995, with merely a handful of persons. Today, it has become a worldwide phenomenon with more than 6000 Social Laughter Clubs in about 60 countries.

Laughter Yoga combines Unconditional Laughter with Yogic Breathing (Pranayama). Anyone can Laugh for No Reason, without relying on humor, jokes or comedy. Laughter is simulated as a body exercise in a group; with eye contact and childlike playfulness, it soon turns into real and contagious laughter. The concept of Laughter Yoga is based on a scientific fact that the body cannot differentiate between fake and real laughter. One gets the same physiological and psychological benefits.”

Yep, that's right, laughing...

Who knew?  I like the idea.  I might have to check in out.  Goodness knows everyone could use a little more laughter in their lives. It’s also yet another reason that I need (scratch that) MUST go to India one day.  It pretty much has everything.  Color, yoga, elephants, and, obviously, an abundance of laughter. 🙂

Does this count?

How about this? 😉

I have no doubt that sitting and laughing for an hour does a world of good for a person.  Whenever I look at that picture above of my mom and I laughing hysterically about something at my wedding, it makes me laugh and sometime even giggle a little.  It puts me in a good mood.  Laughing does that to a person. 🙂

Speaking of eavesdropping, as much as I HATE professor Lukasik, she told us yesterday that we need to start inconspicuously eavesdropping on random people.  I’ve always been a fan of this as people say they weirdest things sometimes — especially when you come in mid-conversation.  However, now I have permission. 😉
Therefore, I’m starting something new here that will happen every once in a while : What I Learned from Eavesdropping Today.  ha. 😛