So, I don't want to clean my office. It's not that bad, just need to do it! But until then, I will get lots of other stuff done. My Goodreads page is updated. I have beat my best score in Bejeweled and I have cleaned out my email. So far the free Ebooks in Nook have garnered me porn and a Christian YA mystery. Others that were good but those are the funniest. The porn one was some "femdom" thing and it made me sick. The Jesus YA one was actually pretty good. Until one of the characters started preaching, but I have to admit I read the whole thing! Okay well I'm tired now. Think I'll take a nap. :)
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
I was thinking of summer metaphorically the other day. As an orange. An orange I normally keep in the bowl on the counter, admiring its beauty, thinking about how delicious it will be when I actually eat it. This year I have decided instead of admiring it until it's spoiled and gone, I am going to peel it and relish in the flavor. I live in one of the most beautiful spots on earth and I rarely get out to see any of it! I have amazing friends and I don't hang out with them. So, I'm going to do my best to do those things this summer. To enjoy that orange before I have to eventually throw it away. Don't get me wrong, I love my job and there are all sorts of things I will miss including the kids, but I'm going to be away from them no matter what so I might as well enjoy it! I also want to read. Whatever suits me. Not essays or journals or emails. I want to write! Letters to friends and this daily blog. I love to write and don't often get to do it, mostly because I don't make the time for it. I also want to walk and swim. I want to go to my mom's and see people I haven't seen in forever. I want to go to Papoo's and see Orlando! I want to see Toni and Renie and spend loads of time with Michele. So, what have I done so far? On this second day of summer? I went to Farmer's Market. I bought coffee at the place on the corner. I slept in. I woke up early. I took a nap. I read a chapter in a book. Made plans to go to the movies. Made plans to make plans to go to the river and camping. I'm going to call Fem and Toni and Erin. And hey, I wrote here!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
So, I saw Avatar today. In 3D. It was beautiful. It was touching. It was thrilling. It was a lot of things. As an English major, an academic, whatever it is that I am; I can't just watch a movie, enjoy it and let it go at that. Analysis is part of the deal, when you deal with me, so like it or not here I go. First off, I did enjoy the movie and completely lost myself for three hours (and it doesn't really seem like it is three hours, just like everyone says) in the beauty of the work and the story itself. But I firmly believe that art is here for many more reasons than just escapism. It defines culture, it creates culture. The fact that Disney has finally created an African American princess is important! Yes Avatar is the same old story, that story that has been told and will be told as long as human beings are in existence. The story of creation, of one true love, of evil v. good, the hero gets the girl, the bad guys lose etc, etc, etc. How we are represented in this oft told tale says a lot about who we are at the time of creation and who we will be in the future. Avatar does a wonderful job of telling this story but does a pretty simplistic representation of the conquerors and the indigenous peoples. In the past, and unfortunately to this day, the hero in this story is usually white, able bodied, heterosexual and male. Oh sure, we got Sigourney Weaver in Alien. Or Denzel Washington, or Jimmy Smits as president, but more often than not, it's a white male. Avatar's hero is a white male in a wheelchair. Huzzah! But he doesn't stay that way. He becomes an indigenous person, through ways I won't explain. Not only does he become one of them, he no longer needs a wheelchair. He spends the whole movie thrillingly out of the chair or being told his reward will be to get out of his chair. Why? Why does the happy ending have to involve him becoming able bodied? Why does it involve him becoming an indigenous person? Why can't our hero stay a white male in a wheelchair? She loved him. She saw HIM. I'm not sure why this upsets me so much, but it does. Maybe because I see too many people who think that they have to change who they are to make the world a better place. They have to fit some norm to be the hero. It's just not true. Heroes are made of those who take risks, of those who work and of those that aren't necessarily perfect people. We've gotten better. We need to get even better still. Go see Avatar. It's an amazing movie and I'd love to hear what you think
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Got up at six and rode the bike in the garage for about fifteen minutes. Got to figure out if I can bring it in though because Tim has already claimed that space in the morning and inhaling cigarette fumes isn't a good idea while exercising! Pretty proud of myself for doing it though. I am going to go to work and get shit done today! I also have plans to have lunch with a former student who is now attending Mills. She is amazing, has overcome more in her short eighteen years than I will in my lifetime and is going to make the world a better place. I am honored to know her and can't wait to see her. I was just watching a segment from "The Daily Show" that Tim and I had watched the other night and then was just posted by my stepdaughter. They are just brilliant those writers. Not just brilliant, but doing the "real" work of journalists. "Speaking truth to power" as Edward R. Murrow said, something that is just not done enough of in this climate. I need to get the newspaper going this semester. With the kind of kids we have at AR, I can cultivate some real journalists for the planet. It's always a struggle, especially at AR because they are already so busy with college classes and high school. But this is important. What else? I am still technically on vacation until Monday, but have been working either at school or from home all week. It's amazing how unresentful that makes me, must be because I love the work. I really hate this keyboard and need to figure out why it jumps from the line I'm typing on to the lines above when I rest on the touch pad. I tried to adjust it awhile ago, but it's one of those things I need to really understand before I can fix it and that just seems like too much right now. Wow, it's already seven am. I should get in the shower and get going. A little more Facebook trolling and I'll do just that. Au revoir and hasta la proxima!