15 January 2009
13 January 2009
The first time is awkward....
Been reading a short story by a friend, "God is a Chalk Artist." I feel it is about love and living. It's about the story called love in all the confusion and miscommunication. My story? Everyone's story?
This line, "The first time is awkward," rings so true with me. And yet, I believe we expect the first time to be amazing. I'm thinking it's time for me to accept the amazingly awkward firsts of life.
Reminds me of:
Awkward turtle.
Awkward tree.
Hawkward.
This line, "The first time is awkward," rings so true with me. And yet, I believe we expect the first time to be amazing. I'm thinking it's time for me to accept the amazingly awkward firsts of life.
Reminds me of:
Awkward turtle.
Awkward tree.
Hawkward.
12 January 2009
A writer's bio?
I was inspired by a writer's online bio to write one of my own. It's shamelessly like the one online, so call the plagarism squad.
Cristy Rose is currently respectably employed in Long Beach, California by the California State School system, subversively inviting to young men and women to think in her English 100 classes. She hopes to get back home to Santa Fe, New Mexico next summer to stay.
While Cristy Rose is living with a broken heart just now, she credits her guru, Mary Oliver, for her mantra..." You only have to let the soft animal of your body Love what it loves." Besides a passion for CSI: Las Vegas, Cristy Rose is borderline logos/sophos-obsessive. She is an old-school aesthetic ascetic - i.e., she won't be leading the Revolution, but she'll be celebrating the ebb and flow along the way while shouting “viva la revolucion!”
Cristy Rose is currently respectably employed in Long Beach, California by the California State School system, subversively inviting to young men and women to think in her English 100 classes. She hopes to get back home to Santa Fe, New Mexico next summer to stay.
While Cristy Rose is living with a broken heart just now, she credits her guru, Mary Oliver, for her mantra..." You only have to let the soft animal of your body Love what it loves." Besides a passion for CSI: Las Vegas, Cristy Rose is borderline logos/sophos-obsessive. She is an old-school aesthetic ascetic - i.e., she won't be leading the Revolution, but she'll be celebrating the ebb and flow along the way while shouting “viva la revolucion!”
"A Father's Story" - Andre Dubus
A story about a father's love for his daughter. It explores compassion, forgiveness, guilt, and a father "saving" his daughter.
The last lines are the father's "discussion" with God.
God says, I am a Father too.
But You never had a daughter and, if You had, You could not have borne her passion.
So, He says, you love her more than you love Me.
I love her more than I love truth.
Then you love in weakness, He says.
As You love me, I say....
I'm not sure what to make it of it all. The father-daughter relationship is important for sure. They say that once a man becomes a father, he changes radically. I see all these advertisements around that read, "Take time to be a dad today."
The influence on daughters and really everyone is great.
Reminds me of:
Boys soldiering, girls cleaning up the mess, women and their good, good hearts.
I noticed the words "men" or "man" don't appear in the song. I wonder if the "solution" is looking at men and masculinity. There seems to be no "owning up" to how to help in the "now" this girl who is an ever-changing maze (in the larger maze of misogyny?). Mayer asks for prevention in the future, but what will he do now that he's "done all [he] can"? Is he simply saying, "not my responsibility" and leaving off until the next generation?
Or, is it realistic? We all have limitations, right? It seems the other side of the continuum is Dubus' story of a father saving his daughter from the consequences of her own actions.
Overall(!), perhaps the larger question is if God had a "daughter" instead of a "son," would men-women/father-daughter relationships be so different?
The last lines are the father's "discussion" with God.
God says, I am a Father too.
But You never had a daughter and, if You had, You could not have borne her passion.
So, He says, you love her more than you love Me.
I love her more than I love truth.
Then you love in weakness, He says.
As You love me, I say....
I'm not sure what to make it of it all. The father-daughter relationship is important for sure. They say that once a man becomes a father, he changes radically. I see all these advertisements around that read, "Take time to be a dad today."
The influence on daughters and really everyone is great.
Reminds me of:
Boys soldiering, girls cleaning up the mess, women and their good, good hearts.
I noticed the words "men" or "man" don't appear in the song. I wonder if the "solution" is looking at men and masculinity. There seems to be no "owning up" to how to help in the "now" this girl who is an ever-changing maze (in the larger maze of misogyny?). Mayer asks for prevention in the future, but what will he do now that he's "done all [he] can"? Is he simply saying, "not my responsibility" and leaving off until the next generation?
Or, is it realistic? We all have limitations, right? It seems the other side of the continuum is Dubus' story of a father saving his daughter from the consequences of her own actions.
Overall(!), perhaps the larger question is if God had a "daughter" instead of a "son," would men-women/father-daughter relationships be so different?
Mary Oliver, you save me sometimes.
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees. For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body Love what it loves.
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
06 January 2009
Twos, toos, tos
I'm usually a fan of threes and fours, at sometimes, tens. Recently, twos seem to be the trend. It's probably a sign. I wonder what it means. What does it all mean?
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