Friday, December 24, 2010
Live like you were dying
The other day, we hit a semi-usual conundrum. She loves walks. Needs exercise, needs to go to the bathroom, and likes sniffing and seeing new things. She hates rain. Her hatred of rain always seems to outweigh her love of walks. I went to the mudroom to get her leash. It was raining outside. She probably heard it, but I'm not sure.
Usually, when I walk towards her leash, she begins to spin enthusiastically and wriggle with joy so much that I'm worried she may come loose from her skin. However, she merely lifted her head, stood up, took a few steps towards me, and looked at me with her head in the "I've done something bad and I know it" position.
I called her name. She walked a few steps forward, until she was at the edge between the dining room and the kitchen. I called her name again and wiggled the leash at her. She sat. Perhaps if I sit, she'll know I'm a good dog and I won't get wet. Unfortunately, I did not share this thought. I called her name again in my "I'm a stern mommy and I'm the alpha of this pack so get over here RIGHT NOW" voice.
She walked slowly towards me, and her expression and demeanor suggested that I was taking her outside so that I could skin her alive and leave her dying in the rain. We walked for less than a block before she had done her business. She turned around and pulled in the direction of home. I gave in. You would have thought she had just been told that she was in fact, not dying of cancer, and actually would live a long and joy-filled life.
My dog's complete aversion to the rain seems rather sad to me. Not sad in an unhappy way, just sad in a pathetic sort of way. She's part lab (or so we think) so it really seems strange.
Either way, I think she has some sort of problem with emotions that causes her to feel everything more intensely than anyone could even imagine.
Now I must be off to drag her around the block. It's raining. This should be fun.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
The most wonderful time of the year
I believe that people can celebrate the same "holiday" while allowing it to have a different meaning. I understand that while I'm not really celebrating Christmas in the sense that I'm not celebrating the birth of Jesus, but despite that, I refuse to call it by a different name. To me, one story that holds the most meaning for me is the story of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
I love the Grinch. Come December, I probably watch the animated version at least five times. To me, it is a wonderful story that doesn't rely on Santa or Jesus. It's about the "true spirit of Christmas" and how beautiful it is. Take away the presents, take away the food, even take away the tree, and it's still there. I won't pretend that I don't love those tangible aspects of Christmas. But what I really love is the feeling. Being with my loved ones and enjoying their company and love.
Speaking of which, we are decorating the tree today, so I must sign off early.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The book report
I think a major factor that lead to my bookworm passion was the fact that when I was a kid, we read books aloud. We were able to spend time together. We were entertained, and therefore somewhat quieter. We were encouraged to think and feel and react with books and characters. With my dad, we went through the LOTR trilogy, and of course The Hobbit. We read The Chronicles of Narnia (all seven of them). We read Ender's Game, and Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. Just to mention a few. My dad exposed my sister and I to some pretty serious reads when we were kids, not even fully capable of understanding anything beyond the surface.
At my moms' house, we opted to find new books and new series. This is where I began the Harry Potter books. We made it all the way through the sixth one aloud. We also discovered the Artemis Fowl series, which I love. Simple enough for kids and teens who aren't huge literature fans, but witty and sardonic enough to wet the appetite of a feisty 18 year old as well. I still read them avidly.
While reading aloud has mostly been abandoned at my moms' house, I am proud to say that we have continued the tradition with my fathers. I ran my voice sore reading and The Hunger Games and Catching Fire, and we are waiting to finish the last of the trilogy, Mockingjay. If you haven't read these books yet by Suzanne Collins, don't wait, pick up a copy today. Now, in fact. I'll wait.
Even with totally comedic books like Nightlight, which is a parody of the Twilight "Saga," reading aloud can be much more fun. Last year I got a copy offhand at a Barnes and Noble, read it in record time, and then when I went to a party with a few friends, we stayed up until 4 in the morning passing around the book and reading chapters out loud to one another. The laughter and the fun was almost unbearably wonderful.
Anyway, these last two out-loud expeditions really illuminated how wonderful it is to share something like a book. You can muse about what will happen next, how the characters will develop. You can let yourself just listen (as I do so often with Jim Dale narrating the HP series in my headphones) and imagine seeing everything. I know some people think that movies made out of books are better. But they are wrong. (In my humble opinion at least) There is something so powerful about the written word, and I truly hope that power is never lost or underestimated.
Characters who can capture your heart, or imagery so powerful that you can close your eyes and truly believe you are at Hogwarts or in Neverland or outer space or Africa or ANYWHERE! These things are so wonderful and beautiful. To me, literature is something of an art form, when done correctly. You do have the portraits and the cartoons, and sometimes, just like in "real" art, there are cartoons that are better than portraits. I love reading aloud because there is no easier way to share your reactions and enter into another world with other people, at least in terms of bookworlds.
I can't imagine what my childhood would have been like without holding this tradition so nearly and dearly. Honestly, I can't even imagine what my NOW life would be like. There are so many series and authors and messages that I never would have found if they hadn't been read out loud to me. I don't mean to preach or anything, but next time you find a good book, I suggest curling up with your family or some friends, and sharing it.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Hello hello
But, I am going to start posting at least once a week, and this one isn't counting. I've also given in to pressure (mostly so that I can follow celebrities and be a stalker) and gotten a Twitter account. I'm rather wary about it, but... Maybe I'll get a few more readers this way. My username is "gettobizness" as in Get To Business. I hope people don't think I'm trying to say "ghetto business." Ah well.
I will be back soon with a real post.
I have missed this though. Hurrah!
Cheers,
T.A.D.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I guess this is goodbye
Keep your eyes open, however, since I am now about 80% sure that I want to start a second blog that will be more of a recording of my season with the theatre company I'm interning at. This will probably be a lot of stuff that might be gibberish to non-theatre geeks, but I'm hoping that I'll make it accessible. However, the point will be more to talk about the new things I'm learning and the experiences themselves, so I'm not sure how interesting readers of this blog who are not big theatre fans will find it. I'll link to it on the day it goes up, which will probably be this weekend.
I will be back on Saturday.
Have a great couple of days, see you then.
Cheers!
-T.A.D.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
All the myths are true
I have decided to embark on what is sure to be a long quest: watching every single episode of Mythbusters ever produced. I like the show because not only is it entertaining, but it teaches me things. Mostly these tidbits of knowledge are about as useful as my grandfather's constant anecdotal tales at dinner time, but sometimes there's one that could be helpful, like the fact that going in and out of your car while pumping gas can create a static spark that could catch fire.
For the most part, I admit, it is fun as hell to watch Jamie and Adam blow shit up. Or drop things from insane heights. Or shoot random things. I like watching their endeavors. If I were a science person more than an art person, I would so be working towards employment at that studio.
I had my first production meeting for the theatre company I'm an intern at. Well, the intern. I'm the first and only intern they've ever had. I'm so excited. Just hearing about this show that we're doing gave me chills. I can't wait until things go from ideas to reality. I think that's one of my favorite parts of theatre, to be quite honest. I love being a part of that process.
Well, I'm completely trashed, though to be honest I don't know why, so I will say adieu.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Stay cool boys
I've been described by some of my close friends to be, in word, intense. And while I see that as a good thing, it can also be a bit of a burden. I get very excited about things, or very sad, or very whatever emotion is necessary. I guess I just feel a lot of whatever it is I'm feeling. I don't know why that is, but I know that I have been working on and I need to keep working on containing more of it. It has been a factor in damaging several friendships that I've had and I hope that I can repair some, if not all, of the damage. Staying cool is something that I wish I could do more often.
I guess you can compare me to my dog in that way. When she's excited, she is excited. It's all "oh a walk, my favorite, oh people, my favorite, oh the cat, my favorite!" with lots of exclamation points and wagging and wiggling. I don't wag, per say, but you could probably measure my enthusiasm against the enthusiasm of my dog with a pretty small difference in between.
This staying cool thing applies (for me at least) to both positive and negative situations. I wouldn't say that I'm over dramatic about everything, but, as I said, I just feel a lot, so that affects me a lot. I get very emotional in places where maybe it isn't the best time and place to be very emotional, which isn't overly helpful.
So whether it's a friend on Facebook who you find out is in a relationship or an archenemy who succeeds in spilling chocolate pudding down your favorite shirt, my advice for the day is to stay cool and not overreact. Yes, these things matter, and yes, you should be enthusiastic and intense about them, but try to find a line between when the intensity is helping or hurting the situation. If it helps, that's great. If not, tone it down a little. I can tell you from personal experience, the people around you will thank you for it.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
I forgot to remember...
Between sailing with my family and talking to some friends on Skype last night, writing a blog post yesterday totally slipped my mind.
Though this might be a good time to mention that now that I'm hoping to be working a 20-30 hour week at the cafe' and interning at a theater company, I'm not sure that Business as Usual will continue to be a daily updated blog. I would love to hear what you think, but I've found that I have been disappointed with the number of "filler" posts that I put up, and I'd rather put up posts that I'm happy with on a two or three times a week basis rather than a mix of posts that I like and don't like every day. Feedback on this point would be greatly appreciated, so please, please, please, comment or message me with what you think. All six of you readers...
If I do end up decreasing the number of posts I do on this blog, I might follow through with my hope to start a second blog under this account. If I do, and you are a theatre geek like me, hurray! Now that I'm officially an intern at an up and coming theater company, I was hoping to keep some sort of record of the things I'm doing and learning, and, since I'm really rather bad at holding myself accountable for tasks, I think that posting things in a blog format might be both beneficial to me and at least semi-interesting to readers.
A real post for today, the 16th, will be coming up later, but for now, this is the end of my news update and apology/make up post for yesterday, the 15th.
Don't forget to comment/message me on the topics of Business as Usual and a possible theatre blog.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
It's words that hurt the most
Unfortunately, the negative words always seem to have more power than the positive. So the hour of positive that I've been pounding into her seems to be for naught. Worst of all, the choices her mother made when speaking to her have now destroyed her image of the one thing that my friend did like about her image.
I've been friends with this person for going on five years now, and I feel as though I've failed her. I want to scream at her parents. I want to drive to her house and talk to her and get her to listen to what I'm saying. To get her to look in a mirror and see what I see.
Words. Such potential to hurt and destroy. But also to heal. And to inspire change. We just need to find the positive potential and use that instead. I think that if we were more aware that words are our greatest weapons, kids wouldn't be so cruel. Parents wouldn't be so inconsiderate. Friends would be more careful. And things like this wouldn't happen so tragically often.
Wow, way to end on a positive note. (Not)
-T.A.D.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Solidarity
The worst part is that after all of this total bullshit, we were required to write a paper of some sort for our religion class about how much more globally aware we were, and how moved we were by how hard it was to go one night sleeping on our cushy floors instead of our cushy beds and how privileged we now felt.
Global solidarity would be a great thing to have. However, spending a night, or even a week, sleeping on the floor to try and understand what those without beds feel seems insulting. I can't pretend to know how hard it is for the underprivileged in the United States, let alone around the world. This hypocrisy always got to me when I was at school during these weeks, but the irony didn't really hit until this past year. At least in my freshmen year we made some sort of effort, but by year four of GSW, it seemed to have lost it's punch. Freshmen year there was a day when we couldn't wear shoes, a day when we sat on the floor, so on and so forth. This year it was a complete joke. Two of the five days weren't even doing anything, we just went to presentations.
It makes me sad and angry that we can't even attempt to find true solidarity with each other, let alone people who have less than us. Yes, we can go through the motions and go a day without using electricity, but does that really mean we have the right to say that we have found solidarity with others? I don't think it does. I think the more important thing that I've learned from my four years of publicity stunt crap was that I can truly say that all four papers I wrote after that week? They were a bunch of lies. I talked about how humbled I felt. Seriously? I cranked those out in fifteen, twenty minutes each, easily.
On the one hand, I wish that there was a way I could be in solidarity with my fellow citizens of the world, but on the other, I can't imagine how horrible that must be, and it seems almost insulting of the people that don't have a bed to pretend that I know what that feels like.
Moral of the story, however depressing it is, is that we can't really understand these things. We understand what we go through, not what others go through. And we should concentrate on how our own experiences have shaped us so that we can have a positive influence on the experiences of others rather than pretending that we have had similar feelings.
I can feel empathy for to underprivileged of our world. But sympathy? Solidarity? For now, that's way beyond me. So I'm not going to pretend.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Here comes the sun
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
You get what you need
It's tough when your long term goals and your short term goals don't line up. I had to choose long term over short term today, even though short term is more fun and more exciting. But when it's not the right time for something, it's not. It's very hard when what you want and what you need are two different things. And it's hard to make the responsible choice of choosing what you need over what you want when what you want is right there in front of you.
Overall, though, I think it's good to choose what you need instead. It's different. You can choose the ice cream that you want to eat or the fruit that you know you should eat because it's healthier for you. And oh my god, what a pain in the ass choosing the healthier choice is, right? But it's better in the long run, I think. I haven't really got it all figured out yet. I wish the world were a simpler place, a world where Mick Jagger's words didn't ring quite as true. Life is messy and complicated and hard sometimes. From choices, big life changing choices, like getting married, to smaller choices, like the one I made, to small choices, like ice cream or fruit for dessert.
For now, however, knowing that I have made one good choice for now means that I get to choose ice cream today.
Dessert time!
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The song is over
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Monday, August 9, 2010
I believe
For now, however, enjoy.
I believe that music
soothes the mind
ensnares the soul
and whispers to the heart.
I believe that our family
is with us from beginning to end
influences our growth
and will love us always and unconditionally
I believe that giving
should be done without thoughts
of what will be given to us in return
and is more important than receiving
I believe that our friends
help us through our sorrows
gift us with their joys
and fill our hearts with belonging
I believe that theatre
allows us to see from another's eyes
offers us an escape from reality
and grants us freedom to truly be ourselves
I believe that love
is something we can never have too much of
should not be shared, not hoarded
and should not be taken too lightly, nor given too sparingly
I believe that laughter
lightens our hearts
brings us closer to one another
masks darkness, and hides fear
I believe that words
grant us knowledge and inspiration
aid us in self-expression
and are sometimes still not enough
I believe that all of this and more
shows who I once was
makes up who I am now
and is a part of who I want to become
Oh dear how cliche some of this (most of this) is.
Hopefully my rewrite will be more interesting. Sorry about the odd font screwup.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Raging
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Grey Gardens
This past year, I wrote an essay on an interesting topic. I wasn't particularly happy with the piece, since it was a last minute one, but I think I touched on an interesting topic. I entitled the essay "Shades of Grey." The world isn't black and white. People think in extremes too much. Good and bad. Right and wrong. For and against. But in order to truly experience the world around us, I believe we have to look at the world not from these extremes, but from a midpoint. The problem is, society as a whole teaches us the opposite. If someone isn't right, they're wrong, and there isn't any way around that. The thing is, I think that's false. I think that the world is more complicated than that.
I think that murderers aren't always bad people. I think that you can't argue with someone properly without being able to look at it from their point of view. Hell, that's part of what allows P.I. and I to get along so well. Just because I'm an atheist doesn't meant that I can't get along with people who have strong convictions in their faith. It's easier to believe that things are simple. It's easier to shut your eyes and mouth and think of people as evil if you have to kill them. We aren't fighting people in wars, they're collateral damage. The truth, however, is much more complicated and much less pretty. Every "bad guy" has a mother. Has some sort of family. We see villains in movies and read about them in books and they are evil. They want power or money. Sometimes we can feel sympathy for them. A well-written villain should be someone we can feel sympathy for. Someone we can even mourn.
Good and evil are just the tip of the extremity iceberg. Even more important is wrong and right. You can be wrong and right. You can be both. You should be both. If we go through our lives thinking only in terms of this versus that, we can't begin to ponder the important questions: who am I, what am I doing, do I have a purpose, if so what. Anyhow. I think that's enough pondering. I hope you've been interested.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Fight for all the wrong reasons
Today's post is going to be pretty short, since I'm going to see a friend of mine star in a production of Hair.
Science and religion. Wow do those two have a violent history. Science and religion always seem to be butting heads despite the fact that they both (to a certain extent) aim to do the same thing: answer questions about how and why we exist. You can argue that religion disproves scientific theories, that science disproves religious theories, or even that science and religion compliment each other.
I think people in both sides of the argument are so attached to the notion, the desire, of needing to be the right one, that they can't look at the others opinions well enough. I mean, the fact is, history proves that the Bible was not written by one person at the same time. But that doesn't mean that it has to prove that biblical teachings or events are false. I know that I'm biased in this argument due to the fact that I am an atheist and therefore I am a non-religious person, but I am spiritual, so I'm not a complete science worshiper. If science and religion worked together to answer some questions, I think the results would be magnificent. I mean, scientists and religious scholars are some of the smartest people out there. Imagine the potential that the two groups have if they put aside their differences. Science answers the how. Religion answers the why.
At least, that's what I've heard, and it makes sense to a certain extent.
I know it would be difficult, if not impossible, but I think a synergy between science and religion could be really powerful and wonderful. I don't see a reason for the two to be archenemies.
On that note, I must go have dinner now.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Express yourself
Being our own person means being the person we want to be, not the one someone else wants us to be. When we're little kids we go by what our parents want us to be. When we get a bit older people tend to either go by the opposite of what our parents want or by what our friends want. Everyone does this. But I think if we really want to make a change in the world, we have to concentrate on what and who we want to be.
I wish I were in a place where I could say how that's possible, but I'm really not. In some ways I try to follow my own desires and expectations for ourselves, but over and over I find myself following the expectations of others. Friends, family, bosses, peers, teachers. It's hard to let go of the desire to please. We are always trying to please those around us. I'm not saying that pleasing people is wrong. I mean, if we just did what we wanted to do and weren't cautious with the needs of people around us, we would just be assholes. I guess what I'm trying to say is that there is a really fine line between being our own person and being an asshole and being a pushover. A fine line between all three of those things. In the middle is being our own person and we have to try not to fall on one of the other two sides.
So express yourself. Try being yourself, really yourself, for a change, rather than being who we think others should perceive us as.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
On the radio
I understand the feeling of betrayal and distress when you find out that one of your favorite small bands has just sold out by popping out a song or two for a soundtrack. I've felt it myself. But that shouldn't take away from the music that the band has made. Some people get too caught up in how mainstream music is, whether they only like mainstream, or they can't stand any band that's gotten a tune on the radio.
I get really exasperated with people who are like that. I don't like the whole attitude that something is good just because no one has heard of it, or that something is good because everyone has heard of it. I think it's insulting, quite frankly. People should pick what they like to listen to based on what they like listening to, not based on how popular it is or isn't.
I know today's post is short, but there's only so much I can whine about before I start to bore you.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Airplane
Luckily, it is a nonstop flight, which means I can conk out and just sleep with the help of my (prescribed) meds. YAY!
As I said yesterday, I have mixed feelings about going back home. I have some fun stuff coming up in this month, but I really don't want to leave my family. I love spending time with them. Though, to be fair, there are people back home who I have really missed during this vacation.
So, I'll share some events that are coming up now in the chance that I talk about them later without mentioning the basic premise. That way you can (attempt) to follow my train of thought.
Well, work is going to be pretty busy, and I'm going to be cookie wench of the month. We have several large cookie orders. Next week I'm doing a week long Suzuki intensive, which will be AWESOME. Hopefully I'll start to talk more specifically with some people about getting an internship at one of my favorite theatre companies this season.
I suppose that's it for now. I'm posting early because our flight won't get in til late tomorrow. Starting tomorrow real posts come.
Cheers,
T.A.D.
Monday, August 2, 2010
The end
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Movie theme
Music sets the mood for the movie. The music of the scene tells us what to feel, and gives us information about what we are seeing or will see. I noticed the music in Inception, hence the sudden interest. I have several different scores from movies. I have the soundtracks to all three Lord of the Rings for a start. I love listening to this music later and being able to close my eyes and see the scene in which the music played in my imagination.
I will return tomorrow, but for now I'll be off to watch Magnum Force, which, for those of you who don't know, is the second of the Dirty Harry movies.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
100 years
To be true to my inner romantic, I must admit that my heart clings to the idea of everlasting love. I want to marry and have kids and be happy with the same person for a lifetime. Unfortunately, I've been growing up in a world where that's not really the norm anymore.
I have no problem with divorce. My parents divorced, and they are much happier for it. But that's not something I want. I'm not trying to say that anyone wants divorce, but that scares me. The idea of giving away my heart and then taking it back or, worse, getting it handed back to me broken, is a scary idea. So in this cynical bubble I create for myself, it's quite lovely to celebrate 50 years of love and life together.
My grandparents drive each other crazy sometimes, but they do love each other, and they match each other quite well.
Now I must go get cleaned up for dinner. I have to grab a shower before it's stolen by someone else. 10 people going out to dinner = lots of showers necessary.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sleepin' is all I wanna do
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Material world
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Make 'em laugh
Enjoy, and, as always, cheers,
Monday, July 26, 2010
Simple
As I mentioned yesterday, my cousin Thomas has a plan to get me a boyfriend, because, according to him, I need one. When I was here in New Jersey earlier this summer, I accompanied Thomas to his weekly Magic tournament at the Jersey Shore Hobby Store. It is with one of the nice young men that I am supposed to fall madly in love with. Over dinner yesterday night, Thomas shared his plan with me. I am going to recount the conversation for you.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Eyes of a child
I love seeing babies interact with the world around them. Their innocence and their ability to be inspired (more like entertained) by almost everything and everyone around them is so amazing. I love seeing the wonder in their eyes. And it makes me jealous a little bit. Babies are experiencing everything so freshly and newly, so everything is unexpected and beautiful and wonderful. However, you get to your teenage years and, instead of watching the world through a lens of innocence, you see it through a web of pessimism.
The joy of an infant's laugh is so pure. The humor that amuses them is pure. We hide behind sarcasm and dark wordplay. I guess my main point is that I think we as adults (or teenagers close to adulthood) should take our cues from the infants every once in a while. Try genuinely being interested in everything around you for a whole day. No wonder babies need naps!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Relax
Friday, July 23, 2010
I was meant for the stage
Thursday, July 22, 2010
We are family
Sisters
that’s what they call us.
they couldn’t be farther
from the truth.
my instant opinions, your hesitant ones
your optimism, my pessimism
my extrovert, your introvert
your cat, my dog
my long grudges, your quick forgiveness
your patience, my impatience
my energy, your weariness
your carefulness, my recklessness
my locked doors, your openness.
Two peas in a pod?
hardly…
though…
our reading and writing
our intelligence
our procrastination and perfectionism
our hobbies, our school, our singing, our drama
our protectiveness
our harmonies
our similarities
and our differences.
Two peas in a pod?
maybe.
But I prefer to simply say,
sisters.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Time is a healer
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
We know that we will always be around
So make your friends happy you chose them. And make sure they know you're happy they chose you back.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Ring around the rosie
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I'm a loser baby
They made an effort, but the distancing feeling was enhanced when, at the start of 7th grade, two things happened. One, a new girl came to the school. She was definitely "cool." And she was, more importantly, not like me at all. She fit into the place that, for a while, I had thought was being saved for me. I realize now that I didn't miss anything by not fitting in. As expressed here and here, I was not your average cookie cutter pre-teen girl. Secondly, the new girl, me, and another boy in our grade, were moved up to take classes with the 8th graders.
I didn't really feel like a swan though, even after the transformation into high school.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Nothing ever dies
Tingling, tingling, tingling. Then nothing. A ghost? A shadow of who I was? I cannot be me any longer. A shadow. Invisible. I must be. I disappear. I cannotwillnotshall not m u s t n o t b e.
The alien part of me; the me part of me; all of me. I disappear. It’s better this way. I cannot see me. I see.
Ground.
I see.
A faint silhouette. All that remains of what was once a person sister daughter protector provider.
Fading. I smile. A Cheshire Cat, a sardonic smile, the last thing to leave. The last thing to be visible.
I stand.
Feel the ground beneath my feet. Taste the wind. but I am not “I” any longer. Hollow. Nothingness.
Because you can’t hate nothing.
You can’t blame nothing.
Nothing can’t feel shame, sorrow, guilt, grief, pain, failure.
Nothing can’t think feel touch want wish cry shout yell scream hate love die live remember forget.
You can’t hurt nothing.
Nothing can.
- July 17, 2010
So that's it right now. This is the third draft with the prompt I was given, but I haven't really edited edited, more like cut certain parts to make it more general. I need to shorten it.
I think we've all felt like disappearing at one time or another though. It's an interesting thought. The idea of escaping into nothingness because nothing can hurt nothing. I think stuff like this needs to be expressed, and I'm so glad that I have a form in which I can do that. Sorry again about yesterday's post fail. At least today's (actual today today's) is my own thoughts and words rather than someone else's.
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
America's on sale
[america's on sale]
ATTENTION SHOPPERS!!!
attention 9 to 5 folk, cell-phone masses,
the up and coming classes.
attention sports-utility,
plastic-surgery suburbanites,
viagra-popping, gucci-shopping urbanites.
attention george-clooney loonies,
promise-keeper sheep,
stockbroker sleep-walkers,
big investment talkers,
ricki lake-watchers.
attention walmart congregation,
shop til you drop generation,
ATTENTION NATION!
AMERICA’S ON SALE!
We’ve unstocked the welfare pantry
to restock the wall street gentry
it’s economically elementary
because values don’t pay,
yes, american dreams are on permanent layaway!
(there was limited availability anyway)
the statue of liberty is being dismantled,
ten dollars a piece to sit on your mantle
or hang on your wall
by the small somalian child
you bought from sally struthers
sisters and brothers, it’s now or never,
these deals won’t last forever-
AMERICA’S ON SALE!
(restrictions may apply if you’re black, gay or female)
And shoppers!
global perspective is ninety-ninety percent off
cause most of the world don’t count to us.
our ethic inventory is low
because moral business has been slow,
the values-company is moving to mexico--
and ALL ETHICS MUST GO!
It’s a remote control America that’s on sale
because standing up for justice can’t compare
to clicking through it from a lazy chair--
Answer: jerry, montel, oprah
Question: folks who really care!
for a million dollars!
in this new mcveggie burger world order
where the mainstream scene has an alternative theme.
where national health care is one hundred percent off!
and medicare is in the fifty percent bin,
so you can buy--half an operation
when AMERICA’S ON SALE!
There’s a close-out bid to determine
which religion will win
all the neon flashing signs of sin.
the Christian Coalition is bidding high
shoppers, you ask WHY?!
who needs a higher power when you’ve got
the purchasing power
to corner and market
one human mold.
That’s right - Real family values
are being UNDERSOLD!!
And it’s open hunting season for the NRA!
there’s a special oozie discount-- only today!
Gun control?! We say--
F--- it! Blow it all away!
Because inflation is up on the CEO ego
and power is deflated as far as we go:
Nike bought the revolution,
and law schools bought the constitution!
Tommy Hilfiger bought the red, white, and blue,
(a flag shirt for fifty dollars,
the one being burned is you!)
Marlboro bought what it means to be a man,
Lexus equals power- so get it while you can.
Maybelline bought beauty,
New York bought Rudy Guiliani,
Mastercard Gold bought the national soul
Broadway bought talent and called it CATS!
the Republicans bought out the Democrats-
they liquidated all asses in a fat white donkey sale-
now it’s buy one shmuck, get one shmuck free
in the capitalist party!
And there’s nothing left to get in the way
of a full blue-light blow-out
of the U.S. of A!
there’s a no-nothing back guarantee,
a zero-year warranty,
when you buy this land of the fritos, ruffles, lays..
this home of the braves, the chiefs, the reds, the slaves!
so call 1-800- i don’t care about shit
or www.F--- ALL OF IT!
to receive your credit for the fate of our nation-
(call now! Interest is at an all-time low)
But hurry shoppers!
because america’s being downsized, citizens,
and you’re all fired.
©2001 Alix Olson.
Chipper, no?
Cheers,
-T.A.D.
PS, I'm not sure why, maybe just because I was in a hurry, but this didn't publish yesterday. So today you get yesterdays and todays posts.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
"C" is for cookie...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Somewhere in time
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sorrow
Monday, July 12, 2010
Love is...
What does Love mean?
A group of professionals posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds.
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even after his hands got arthritis too. That's love.” Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.” Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss” Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.” Noelle- 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and I saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.” Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” Elaine-age 5
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with someone who you hate.” Nikka- age 6
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Passacaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry."
(This is T.A.D. again)
I think the innocence and purity of children is amazing when held in contrast with the wisdom and kindness that young ones can show. This is my favorite example of that, and these are some of my favorite definitions of love.
I'll make a real post tomorrow. Now I must go to bed before my dog gets too comfortable and makes me sleep on the floor. (She'll try too)
Cheers,
T.A.D.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Portrait of a girl
Saturday, July 10, 2010
It's so hard
Friday, July 9, 2010
Footprints on my heart
Plus I've been meaning to put some more poetry on here for a while. Once again, I would like to make a disclaimer stating the fact that I wrote this poem in freshman year, though I do quite like the concept. So, if you like, constructive criticism away! No further comment.